[Monty tries to hold strong. He's a grown man. Fairytale or Fable, it all amounts to the same. Just stories. Stories he knew as a boy, that captivated his imagination and gave him a place to escape to away from the hunger and poverty he grew up with.
But when Bigby stalks close, looks him in the eye, and tells him to run, Monty's transported back to being a child, one who feared so very many things.
Especially the wolf at the door.
To his everlasting relief, Monty doesn't actually give voice to the scream building in his chest, but he does turn tail and rabbit, long legs and lithe form carrying him through the forest. There's a logical and sensible part of his mind that says if Bigby wants to catch him, Bigby will catch him. But logic has taken a holiday in favor of terror.
He'll do as the Big Bad Wolf says and simply run deeper into the forest.]
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But when Bigby stalks close, looks him in the eye, and tells him to run, Monty's transported back to being a child, one who feared so very many things.
Especially the wolf at the door.
To his everlasting relief, Monty doesn't actually give voice to the scream building in his chest, but he does turn tail and rabbit, long legs and lithe form carrying him through the forest. There's a logical and sensible part of his mind that says if Bigby wants to catch him, Bigby will catch him. But logic has taken a holiday in favor of terror.
He'll do as the Big Bad Wolf says and simply run deeper into the forest.]