Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

*Mortis* · 05-26-2020, 04:17 PM

Mortis rose when Malalia did, keeping close to her, as through seeking comfort in her warmth. He gave no attention to her words, first disbelief, and then surprise as she saw what he had ‘seen’ “We should check it out” he whispered softly, seeing the careful concern in Malalia’s movements, the worry. How far would she go? Would she be brave enough to head to the treeline? There was the movement again, the blades parting even further, as though something big stood there, and then snapping back into place. No indication of where whatever it was had gone, as through it had simply vanished into nothingness.

The long grasses of the Armada had never seemed so menacing as they did in that moment. The unknown beyond them, the barest light from the stars lighting their path. Long shadows were everywhere, and the only comfort the warm fire that crackled ominously behind them.

"Mortis"

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