Thread: Rise of the Fayne- Moon/Mouse

The shadow in the water watched the young fayne salvage various supplies and tend to her wounds. It had eaten well the previous day, so many of her kind had fallen into the depths, desperate or injured. Easy prey. Tasty. It didnt often get to eat fliers and rarely did the fayne drift out far enough from the protected cliff face shores. But the sound of battle and the crows wheeling over the cliff were unmistakable, and so it had come. The fayne was crippled, unable to fly away, but the shadow was bloated with meat and so watched more with curiosity than hunger, though there was that too. It drifted closer and closer to the shoreline as she stayed in place, only to finally move again when it was nearly ready to emerge. Instead of retreating back into the depths of the sea however, the shadow followed her along the shore. The fayne never took the real shelter of the trees and it considered attacking her several times, but it was curious. Where did the wingless creature thing it was going? It investigated her tree while she slept, sniffing at her with senses to rival any land-bound creature. Sex. Much sex, and the pungent stench of the medicines. The shadow grinned to itself in the dark, revealing multiple rows of gleaming white serrated teeth as it found her bag. If he was not to eat this fayne, which he still wasnt sure whether or not he would, he would make her a source of amusement. Selecting out her stinky stinky salves from the bag, he dropped a silver pearl in each one and blew. The pearls shook, and then dissolved into the substance, ready to work their mischief. He hoped shed stay along the shoreline so he could be there to see.. The village before Aisscylla was a meager thing, consisting only of four huts. More of a fishing outpost than a genuine village. Perhaps it was related to the one further up the coast by a good weeks journey that her elders had told her of. An boat lay upturned on the shore, resting beside a pair of divits where another two boats would usually rest. Smoke rose in a lazy curl from one of the huts, but none of the inhabitants were to be seen. Perhaps the women were inside working while the men were out to fish I would not visssit that place, were I you, said a voice above Aisscylla. Only, I dont sssee where elssse you might go. Its not as though the woodsss are any sssafer and the water here still more threatening. Id say take to the sssky but that ssseems lost to you, hmmm? Hi on an overhanging branch rested an emerald green serpent, its length decorated with yellow, red and purple dots, though just how long it was impossible to say. The coils seemed to vanish into the foliage, though with its distinctive coloration it should have stood out like a magnolia tree in a cavern. The snake lowered its head from the branch, extending down, down, down a good ten feet until its head hung feet away from the fayne. I am the beginning of the end, and the end of time and ssspace. I am essssential to creation and I sssurround every place, the serpent said in her native tongue. Its eyes seemed to dance as he spoke, black as the night sky and full of stars. What am I? Tell me, and perhapsss I will do you a favor. Dont and perhapsss youll be in danger. But then again, you already are.