Dark Rogue
Shadows and darkness. They were Shaye’s friends as the rogue did his dirty work. They were the blankets that warmed his cold heart in the night and made smiles dance along his facade. Shaking his head, he paced through the night. Dawn was still a few hours away, but there seemed to be a draw to the world around him. Like he was being called.
The stallion had not been staying in any one place during the time since he arrived, simply using time to scout and see if he could find his master’s little birds. Murmurs of the twins had caressed his ears, though he had yet to lay his eyes upon them. A crack of a branch in the darkness stilled the stallion, his head quickly ducking to check that his beloved dagger was at his side where it belonged.
Silence, utter and complete nothing. No scents colored the air, no warmth attracted his attention. A soft sigh escaped his mouth and he continued on his way. There was no definite plan of where to go, of what was calling to him. The shift from deep forests to the sands of the beach startled him for a moment, making the stallion stop and take stock of where he was standing.
The sea crashed along the shore, spraying the slowly lightening world with salty spray. He was at Terminus… though the travel seemed to have been in an opposite direction. Frowning, he stepped out onto the sands. The stallion hugged any shadows he could find, eyes and ears on constant alert for whatever might come upon him. For hoof beats of the strangers that he was surrounded in.
"Speaking."
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