*running*

I should not have tried to face it on my own. Ridiculous. What could one Elf do against a creature that massive, so filled with malice and evil? I must think, I cannot stop, I cannot--where am I running to?

He staggers to a stop, panting as though he has been running for hours. His gaze darts about the tree-dotted countryside, ( Read more... )

*shifts uneasily, eyes scanning his surroundings as he shelters under the shade of a tree* There is a presence fouling this land. It haunts my dreams, perhaps even this very path I tread. *looks over his shoulder*

Something draws near. I can feel it.

NOOOOOO! *bolts upright, drenched in sweat, his nightmare slowly fading* No, that is behind me, there are no more werewolves in this land. *scans the surrounding landscape anyway* Nothing to fear.

*blink*

*yawns*