An echo in the bone. / Op'nn /

[Svv Mrk'ss]

Perhaps it was the nature of trees to cease their beckoning of the sky just as soon as the sun laid to rest. Svv, being a creature of the dark for so long, could only loosely remember such things. Imagery of writhing wood and eyeless creatures came to mind when he thought of forests, and what enigma it was when he came across the first of a curled blossom in his moonless path.

Time was valueless to the immortal, but Svv had counted the days since his return to the Eastern Continent. Lips speaking in choruses of coaxing and lust were once Svv's lullabies, reminding him how wonderful it would be to close said mouths and rid the whores of his mind. Each mother, to Svv, was another voice to be quieted, another end he would like to draw forth.

And the path across the alien landscape was not so strange, as the Sound Fey in his youth had been a walker of these mountains. The spirits greeted him with whispers of drifters before him, through the years, powerful and weak fey of the dark and light variety. Today, however, was different from any previous journey. A lady christened paranoia embraced the skeletal figure, ceasing her grip greedily as he was now half blind. He jumped from tree to tree, not trusting his own weight upon the fallen leaves below, only his shadow gave him away when the crescent peeked behind a veil of clouds.

Blood trickled down his left ear, reminding him of his now half-blindness, half-deafness and lack of sensory in a world that was not his. Svv wanted to be rid of these mountains soon, and the sun, no friend of the Sound Fey's, was threatening to rise again in but a few hours.

[Brisa Ga'ran]

Something felt unsettled that night as the winds rushed through the corridors of a place Brisa called home. The open aired walkways revealed a cloudy night, the peak of the mountain nearly invisible, but something had stirred this wind that felt almost unnatural, calling from the mountain. She'd made quick work of getting past her guards, not needing the slow company of body guards. Donning a long silvery shawl over her sleeping gown as she trekked along the landscape, her eyes and ears open for what had caught her attention.

It could have been nothing but a storm traveling in on the wind that grew to a howl as she drew closer to the mountains, the trees overhead nearly covering all the moonlight that managed to come in. It was a good night, so wild, the dark before the dawn where Fey and animal alike where unmoving, but the rest of the world was alive. There was so much going on that it was hard to hear above the wind picking up the fallen leaves, the rustling branches, the moving shadows.

Closing her eyes Brisa took in a deep breath, trying to stretch beyond her own sight, senses picking up something with just the softest tinge of copper in it...blood.

She moved along the trail, her eyes scanning the woods around her now as she walked deeper into them. Some part of her dared it to be some spy, some warrior seeking some glory by invasion. Coming into a small clearing she looked up at the sky, the moon breaking through the cloud cover for a moment, nearly blinding after so long in darkness.

"Where are you?" She whispered softly, the wind quieting for a moment as she closed her eyes once more, voice quiet as if asking the very air to hunt for whatever was there, "I know you're out there...now where are you, and why are you here?"