the Rift


Solitude

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Leovan

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The sound of movement penetrated the perpetual stillness of night as the solitary wanderer roamed through the dense thickets of the forest. The sky stood exposed and twinkled with the blue-tinted ethereal light of stars barely able to peer through the blanket of leafs to cast light upon the world below them. The absence of the moon had blotted out all, but the faintest light that left only plain silhouettes of the surrounding, making the forest seemingly end in an eternal void of darkness before it dissolved at your feet as you drew near. None of this was heeded by the nocturnal stranger as he moved forward in a leisurely pace. The markings of his coat seemed to light up in a dull glow as he moved, absorbing the little of light that was to be found. He wandered at night, avoiding the scalding heat of the blazing sun, but mostly to escape the excruciating chattering of minds.

Brawny legs moved in continuous movements until the trees seemed to thin out, the placing becoming more and more sporadic by each mile. Sweat glistened in his shaggy mane, making it appear almost black as the muscular stallion stopped. The ground that had been covered by the bushy forest floor a few miles back had now changed into the short grass of the forest outlines, not long from the emerging of the vast earthen steppes. Though he was bound north, there were mere hours before the red of dawn would ban the dead of night and wake up the living.

Just as sudden as he had stopped, flashes appeared. Snapping teeth, whirling fur, distorted motion that clouded his sight. Yebat .. Escaped his pursed lips in no more than a whisper. Hes heart raced in his chest, beat against his ribs, shortened his breaths; the adrenaline flowing through his veins, narrowing the vessels. Even as the incoherent images ceased, he could feel the lingering throb of the carotid artery. No relieved sigh was to be heard, no muttering of blessings of thanks to the gods. The worst was yet to begin. Slowly it took hold of him, creeping up on him like the night crept upon the day. As the adrenalin flushed it came. The throbbing was the worst, the sensation of his brain rattling loosely in the cavity of his skull. His sight blurred in pace with the pulsations behind hes eyes. Deep breaths and minutes later it finally died away, or partially. He could still feel a trifling pulsation in the back of his head, as a parasite creeping through the sockets of his nerve center. Heavy eyelids closed and he leaned his heavy neck backwards, facing the sky. The curse of his ancestors.





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