05-25-2021, 02:27 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-25-2021, 02:28 AM by Valmúa. Edited 1 time in total.)
The night was chill, but it was clear that summer was already about. Much of the snow and ice had disappeared and was no longer falling fresh every day. Birds had started to migrate from warmer climates to their summer home in the north. The light from a waxing moon shone brilliantly across the horizon. In the low light, Valmúa's steel eyes shone like mirrors, hunting for a quarry that was unlikely her usual targets.
She entered the evergreen forest with a steady step, her feet crunching among old leaf litter, much of it freshly defrosted. In her jaws she carried a fat snowshoe hare, which had turned brown for the spring and summer. It was large, and looked awkward even in her large mouth. It was difficult to smell whether the creature she sought was really here, but she had come intentionally and with purpose.
Dropping the catch for a moment to press her nose close to a tree trunk, she noted the rather wretched and pungent odour of the demon. There was little mistaking it. For such a beast, it was clear that he didn't fear advertising his presence. With her head low, Valmúa grabbed the gift and moved further into what should have been enemy terrain.
She was scared. She would have been stupid to not be, for she walked toward the lair of a devil. But it was a devil that held some kind of wisdom, and Valmúa wanted to know more.
She had only ever gotten what she wanted in life by twisting her reality that way, and so, she kept onward.
She entered the evergreen forest with a steady step, her feet crunching among old leaf litter, much of it freshly defrosted. In her jaws she carried a fat snowshoe hare, which had turned brown for the spring and summer. It was large, and looked awkward even in her large mouth. It was difficult to smell whether the creature she sought was really here, but she had come intentionally and with purpose.
Dropping the catch for a moment to press her nose close to a tree trunk, she noted the rather wretched and pungent odour of the demon. There was little mistaking it. For such a beast, it was clear that he didn't fear advertising his presence. With her head low, Valmúa grabbed the gift and moved further into what should have been enemy terrain.
She was scared. She would have been stupid to not be, for she walked toward the lair of a devil. But it was a devil that held some kind of wisdom, and Valmúa wanted to know more.
She had only ever gotten what she wanted in life by twisting her reality that way, and so, she kept onward.
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