Snippet #1732623

Valshe

"What the-" Valshe retreated back against the window, "Sir? Calm down! It's me!" He ducked under a slash, scabbling towards the door, tearing out into the hall, knocking the nurse to the ground. "Sorry! Sorry!" He pulled her back to her feet just as the enraged yells from the king reached them. "Uhm, I know that this is not my place to tell you so but, help him calm down, he's not really healthy so..." The maid merely nodded and entered the room while Valshe began to tear off towards the stables.

He dropped two coppers for the stablehand who brought his hazelnut horse to him, saddled and ready for riding. "Thank you," With that, he tore off out onto the dirt path. What the bloody hell? Tendrils of darkness surged towards him and the horse, wrapping them in a shroud of daknes for no more than a second before...

Vrael

Vrael tore out from the black mist, fully cloaked in a black ragged cloak. His mask glinted slightly as he passed through a beam of sunlight. Shade, his horse galloped down the path barely raising a cloud of dust. The horse was now pure black, with glowing eyes, its muscles were, the least to say, very powerful, yet it moved with the grace of a crane.

Distance did not matter, when they had finally passed the populated areas, both Vrael and Shade dissolved into black mist, and then, they were back 'home'. A small hut on a densely forested hill, surrounded by treacherous terrain, neigh impossible to reach. However, there was a faint life source, who ever it was, he was either very foolhardy, skillful or both. He patted Shade, who wandered off towards the seemingly dormant form of Teialaformis. Now to investigate this brave soul.

He turned into mist once again, slithering across the ground like enchanted water, before appearing some distance away from the person. A boy, it seemed. He allowed his mask to dissapate, revealing Valshe's face, within the black cloak. He ripped off the hood before drawing a glinting sword and entering the clearing noisily. He stopped, seemingly letting his guard down and sheathing his sword once again. He walked over to the boy, "Boy, what are you doing here? It would have seemed that you have wandered very far from home." He cocked his head to the side, "Are you crying? Why?"