11/19/2025, 1:59 AM
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The evening crept, the mouth of the growing night yawning to engulf the quiet air. The night would come, ominous and ebony. And the mist, heavy and hollow, hung in heaving drapes across the forest floor. The tendrils of the willows above reached downward with intent toward the creatures that lingered in the undergrowth, somehow also blocking the light form the sunset in the distant sky beyond.
Draugur was ... comfortable here.
He'd traveled only a little ways out of Mistveil, his large paws moving with silent, intentful steps. Ever since their battle with the bears of the sand, Draugur had spent his evenings searching for more of the fuckers.
It had felt ... good ... to fight them. He remembered the sting of the sand on his face, burning into his eyes and burrowing beneath his fur to sear his skin. He remembered the feeling of his fangs in their disembodied necks, ripping and tearing until they disintegrated.
Just like his dreams, they melted.
Twisted. Spiraled.
And so he traveled through the misted undergrowth, the edges of his own corporeal form hazy against the silver vapor. Nostrils would flare, the muscles of his youthful shoulders rolling as he prowled into the coming evening in search of things that were neither alive nor dead.
