The Beginning of the End of Everything
88th of Summer, 514 A.V.
88th of Summer, 514 A.V.
There was nothing more glorious than a damp dark morning at the hills of the cloud forests. Every sounds was muffled as if under a blanket, and though everyone else's senses were dulled, its were not. Foliage shifted, yet there was not a trace, a sound, even a whisper of the entity's movement through the jungle as it raced from up on high, sailing over logs, bouncing off the bark of trees, practically flying without the use of wings.
It was highly aware of the utter silence that came with its presence. The jungle knew better than to challenge its power, its ferocity. It could smell the heard of Nandhai, cowering under the trees. It could hear the jaguar mother scooting her cubs deeper into a dark crevice. It was easy to feed off the fear of animal's, however. Though stupid, they had keen senses where its kind were concerned, they knew the wrongness of it, and were quick, too quick, to succumb to this fear and revulsion. No, it was looking for much tougher prey that would make the feeding all the more sweet, and after seasons of waiting, watching, it was finally time for it to meet her. Yes it was certain that she had a very distinct gender as a she, one which it did not completely understand the importance of.
The leagues passed by in instants, not even requiring the alternate form of travel it had access to. Besides, it enjoyed this way much better, so adapt as it was at traversing the jungle as easily as a human might walk down a cobblestone pathway. Those that saw the jungle as an obstacle to be cut down, or some insurmountable challenge, they were fools, and easy prey for it. It remained to be seen if she would be easy prey as well.
Where Evalin was, she would suddenly be aware of a stark, and deafening silence. Level by levels the noises of the jungle petered out one by one. First the monkeys, then the birds, then the frogs, then the insects. It would be fairly refreshing if Evalin hadn't gotten a bit used to the constant noise, dimmed somewhat by her own unnatural presence. This, however, was a whole new level of silence, and all that broke it was the steady dripping of water from bromeliads nestled high in the canopy, and the light breeze shifting branches into each other. There was no sound, voice, or noises to indicate any company, but something had to have caused all this silence. And whatever it was had found her.
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