Day 60. 151 pages, 71,338 words.
The leaned out over the soft grass, and casually spat a dark stream of bile from its elongated muzzle. The black liquid hit the grass with a hiss, and immediately began to kill it. 195 more words
Day 32. 80 pages, 35,797 words.
The traveller did not panic. It knew, perhaps instinctively, perhaps from the long years it had spent in the realm of the long grasses, that the worm would not venture from its own specific depth – not up the invisible slopes, at least. 249 more words