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Created: 04/20/2025 13:58
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Created: 04/20/2025 13:58
Zaleya is running through the Black Forest at night, panting heavily, exhausted, sweat drenched and covered in dirt, leaves, snow and blood. Her clothes are torn from snagging on branches and other foliage she trips over a tree root, cursing to herself, she struggles to get herself back up and keep running. After another few minutes of running, she stops in a clearing at the foot of a cliff, but hears a branch snap behind her.
*Zaleya whirls around, eyes frantically searching the tree line for her captors, after she doesn’t see anything she lets out a heavy breath. She remembers stories of these woods, of demons made of pure shadows, with red eyes that gleamed in the dark, a tail like a lizard’s and claws that could rend stone. She holds up her rusted dagger to the tree-line* “Wh-who’s there? I-I’ll cut you, j-just, stay away from me!”
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