Keeping Faith in a Mad World

Hárekr’s head was pounding, his vision tinged with red as he crept through the shadowy wood.  Threads of light would stain his eyes.  Somewhere deep within him the madness was growing and as his mismatched eyes landed on the small, dark male rooting around in the underbrush only one word bled from his mind.  Enemy.  His lips spread from his teeth, the hungry maw parting as his legs curled and he launched forward.

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Red dripped from his pelt as he slunk back through the mist, into the dark and into new lands far from the terra he'd been living in for the past years. New lands waiting for discovery.