What I saw here turned my stomach. The land was dead. And in the distance I could see an altar of black, and blue symbols glowed on it. I watched carefully for a some time. The marshes quiet was uninterrupted, no creatures stirred. The fur on my body stood straight up, and my body was still, only my head moved. Turquoise eyes scanned the clearing, searching for any signs of life. Anything to capture my eyes.
If I felt so incredibly uncomfortable, than why was I here anyway? That is actually a good question. Maybe I hoped to catch a glimpse of the creature that was so determined to end our lives. If I saw him, what was I going to do? I didn't know. I didn't know if I would go after him, or run. I had no magic to protect myself. I had nothing. Nothing but useless steam that rose from my coat. No, I had no idea why I was here, and I had no idea what would happen if he appeared. But I didn't think he would. Wasn't he busy killing our gods? Or trying at least. Against my better judgement I moved, hugging the treeline, avoiding the occasional rotting body, but my eyes never stopped searching, and my ears caught any sound that was made, even my own footsteps.
@Erthë