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- Do you ever have that moment, when you lay in bed, with such a sickening silence around you? You lay flat, staring at the ceiling waiting to become tired, but then, the darkness becomes a little too much for you. You start to become uneasy. You pull your arms and legs on the bed, but that's not enough. You tuck yourself in your blanket as tight as possible, and you shut your eyes as tight as possible.
- Akandra scrabbled for grip on the wall behind the plaza, her feet slipping and grinding as the sandstone surface crumbled with each brush of the boot. After pausing she decided she hadnt been heard and pulled herself up onto the top of the thick wall and crouched in the shadows. Moving swiftly and keeping low so as not to silouhette herself against the evenings clouds she half crawled to peer over the edge down onto the plaza. Very slowly Akandra backed away and let herself drop to the shifting sands outside of the town walls. She wasnt certain he'd seen her, but couldnt be sure.
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- Do you ever have that moment, when you lay in bed, with such a sickening silence around you? You lay flat, staring at the ceiling waiting to become tired, but then, the darkness becomes a little too much for you. You start to become uneasy. You pull your arms and legs on the bed, but that's not enough. You tuck yourself in your blanket as tight as possible, and you shut your eyes as tight as possible. A word of advice from me, nothing helps but to keep your eyes open at night. Why? Don't you remember? You look over, and you see your open closet. Something is flooding out of it. You calm yourself by thinking that it's your coat. Well, let me tell you, you're wrong. That's far from your coat. Something else, in fact. A while back, dating back centuries ago, there have been many recordings of the so called, watchmen. They have no physical looks to them, because they are always in the dark. During the day, however, is that they can take the form of a real human. At night, they are usually in the form of the silhouette of a human being. We can infer all kinds of species to them, but they are definitely not human. Angels, demons, you name them. The thing is, they watch, and feed on humans, and humans alone. We don't know what they want, but I assure you, they are not peaceful. They take you, and make you disappear. No signs are left. The thing that sickens people the most, is the fact that they just stand there; watching. Very few manage to get away, most end up missing. They even toy with your families, leaving parts of you where ever they want. No matter where you go, or where you hide, just leave it at this; You are always being watched.
- Akandra scrabbled for grip on the wall behind the plaza, her feet slipping and grinding as the sandstone surface crumbled with each brush of the boot. After pausing she decided she hadnt been heard and pulled herself up onto the top of the thick wall and crouched in the shadows. Moving swiftly and keeping low so as not to silouhette herself against the evenings clouds she half crawled to peer over the edge down onto the plaza. There they were still clustered around a small campfire. She'd only excused herself from their company minutes earlier. All that remained from the evenings expiditon was an odd gobin who's name she hadnt caught, and a vaguely hostile shaman by the name of Drem'thar, the rest of the warband who's names she couldnt recall had excused themselves and retired for the evening. Shifting slightly round the wall she saw who she was looking for. He was sat back from the fire in the shadow of an alcove, his wolven companion by his side. She stilled herself and began to study him in a way that would have drawn notice if she'd been observed. Without his animal mask on his long dark hair was tied in a high top-knot similar to her own, his nails on his hands were long. His face was marked with scars, one noteably below his right eye. A short black beard covered his jawline. Akandra smiled to herself. His eyes were blue and without taint, and gave away how young he was. She guessed he was no more than a year or two her senior, exceptionally young to have risen to the rank of general and to have become a chieftain. Suddenly his wolf stood up and perked its ears, it looked in her direction sniffing the wind. Akandra flattened herself against the pillar, blending into the shadows. Nuzzling her face into her mask to smother her breathing and narrowing her eyes she watched. She knew enough about animals that if she moved it would see her for sure. The general patted the wolf and it began to settle beside him. Akandra breathed out but remained still. Suddenly his eyes flicked up to where his wolf had been looking, a smile playing around his lips, but only for a moment before turning his attention to those in the plaza. Very slowly Akandra backed away and let herself drop to the shifting sands outside of the town walls. She wasnt certain he'd seen her, but couldnt be sure. Her cheeks flushing surprisingly warm she reassured herself. "He couldnt have seen," she muttered. The firelight was between them and should have rendered her invisable in the shadow. The image of the flickering smile played back through her mind. She absent mindedly rummaged in her pack and pulled out a skin of ale. Raising the skin to her lips she paused and then poured it away into the sand before refilling it from the lake, and heading out into the moonlit desert.
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