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Another Character Blog

For those of you who follow me and think my characters are interesting, I’d like to introduce you to my shadow priest and scholar, Lyaethus Black. He’s relatively mild-mannered, for an Alteraci and Ex-Syndicate, and a little bit spooky.

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So sometimes people send me really nice little messages as asks, and I get them and I never seem to post them. And it’s not that I don’t want to post them, but that I’m saving them for days when I feel bad or get anonhate or something. That way, so long as they’re hiding in the purgatory that is my askbox, these little notes that make me smile are only a click away when I need them most.

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Chasing A Trail

((I’m sorry for my poor writing. I am not very strong in this suit.))

A thin canopy overhead blocked out vision of the sun that lingered lazily in the afternoon sky, yet could not keep out the persistent rays of warmth and light that illuminated Elwynn Forest. Somewhere near was the river that divided both lands, and from the hill on which Xane sat he could see the gnarled trees of Duskwood jutting out of the land as if to protest against the very soil that sustained them. In the distance he could hear the hum of the forest’s creatures partaking in life, and for a moment he was at peace simply enjoying the feeling of existence, something he was not able to do in so long. In his company was Kat, the small pup that had been in his care for some months though never seeming capable of growing more than the foot or two that she did. Lethargic and silent as she was, it piqued Xane’s interest when he caught her sniffing at the air though he was quick to dismiss the action as she was likely only smelling the dung of a nearby cow. Too soon had he waved away his interest, for she was quick to bolt away from him when he reached for her. Stricken with surprise, the auburn haired lad sat there in a daze before the sounds of his pup brought him to his senses. Never before had he heard her even make a sound. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. Immediately he was on his feet and chasing after the pup. The growls of the wolves near fell on his ears and his heart began racing. As he crashed through the brushes he was met with the sight of a midnight black horse and the wolves that surrounded them. “Kat,” he called to his pup, rushing in with blades drawn. Luckily for him, the pack was weak and filled with smaller canines than other wolves he’d seen for they ran off without much more than his and his pup’s presence. He waited a moment to be sure they would not return before sheathing his weapons and drawing his attention to the unlucky horse. There was no shadow of a doubt in his mind as to whose horse this was, and the state in which Bullet was in made him pale. “Fuck…” he whispers as he presses a hand to the horse’s neck, just above the wound there. “Imon!” He called the name as he drew his bracer to his lips to speak into the comm. “Imon, I need ya out here right now. Elwynn, near the border to Duskwood on the path to the Maclure farm! I’ll take ‘im right over an’ meet ya there.” He wasted no time in scooping up Kat then tried leading the injured animal toward the farm he’d mentioned. As he did, he noticed the stray hay attached to Bullet’s coat then the trail of blood that followed him. One thought lingered in the back of his mind as he pressed on with the horse in tow. Rinoha, where was she? He could feel his heart pounding in chest and hear it amplified in his ears. It did not take long for them to arrive at the farm and once there, he’d left special instructions with the farmhand to keep watch over Bullet until Imon arrived. “Sorry, lil bud,” he said to Kat as he set her down then patted her head. “I need ya to stay here. Stay.” And with that, he left his pup with the horse and farmhand so Imon would know he’d been there.

With his mind racing and his heart thumping from the adrenaline that coursed through his veins, the auburn haired lad backtracked to his original encounter with the horse and searched the grounds, there had to be a clue, had to be a trail.. and there it was! Among the forest’s floor was the soft indents of where the horse had stepped and the small droplets of blood. Some prints were harder to follow and indistinguishable but the blood was still apparent making it easier to track where the horse had come from and what path it had taken though in order not to miss it he had to move painfully slow making him mildly frustrated as well as impatient. When he came to the border of Duskwood, his heart stopped, and he peered up at the monstrous trees that loomed overhead as though ready to crush him beneath their imposing figures. He could only imagine what awaited him inside where not even light ever seemed to want to go. However, there was something inside he had to find, something he held more dear than the strength of his fears.

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