foreboding feeling

Exploring bits and pieces of Boreas was becoming second nature to Bramble. She had actually been on her way to explore more of the west near Raider lands when night had fallen. Near sleep when the trembles began. At first, she paid it no mind until the undeniable feeling of fear started to envelope her. Something was very, very wrong.

Hunkering down for the night, she barely sleeps as the trembles continue to worsen. It is only during the few hours of exhausted tossing and turning does the sky begin to turn red, and when she awakes, she is awash with the eerie red glow. Nothing about this felt good and something in her felt like a tugging sensation. Go. Follow it. Her brain insisted as she stood to her paws and looked to her raven.

“Go to Tati. See if Hearthstone is safe,” she urges the beady eyed bird before taking off toward the sensation and where the red glow is the brightest. Bramble doesn’t stop until the spires rise before her. Paws aching and muscles strained, she slows, panting quietly. Wide eyed and truthfully scared, she begins to look around until a dark navy and red man nearby catches her attention.

“Excuse me,” Bramble calls softly, her nervousness apparent in her tone. “Do you have any idea where these came from?” Her head cants toward the metal spikes that reach for the bloodstained heavens.