·˚ ༘𝕿𝒉𝒆 𝖂𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓ೃ⁀➷

[·˚ ༘𝕿𝒉𝒆 𝖂𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓ೃ⁀➷ @NETHERSROGUE]

Hey, shadowlord, its me, ya boy.

[·˚ ༘𝕿𝒉𝒆 𝖂𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓ೃ⁀➷ @NETHERSROGUE]

Forgot im dead and died a second time sry.

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[·˚ ༘𝕿𝒉𝒆 𝖂𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓ೃ⁀➷ @NETHERSROGUE]

Cloaked figure knelt by the rushing banks of a river constantly glancing over their shoulder while they work on something.

[·˚ ༘𝕿𝒉𝒆 𝖂𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓ೃ⁀➷ @NETHERSROGUE]

His focus stayed far from the market and that homely woman when the sun rose. The lord and her headguard piqued far more interest on days she managed to stay close. She wasnt a villager, pheonix drop knew not of the presence in the forest.

"Be grateful for the minds mercy."

[* 𝐋͟𝐀͟𝐒͟𝐓 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝐍͟𝐀͟𝐌͟𝐄 @lonemagic]

she was a rather silent presence in the village, usually following her host, molly, around like a shadow. although she’d been introduced to just about everyone, aside from them.

“ the flashes i get are scrambled. i rather make sense of them or have no memories at all. ”

[·˚ ༘𝕿𝒉𝒆 𝖂𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓ೃ⁀➷ @NETHERSROGUE]

Vylad was like a ghost the way she usually haunted the village. Unseen until now. He'll have to be more careful of this newcomer going forward. Cant risk it.

The tiniest ripple of muscles shifting under layers of draped fabric at that name..Garroth.

"Maybe its a mercy."

[* 𝐋͟𝐀͟𝐒͟𝐓 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝐍͟𝐀͟𝐌͟𝐄 @lonemagic]

amalthea is respectful of the distance, mindful to not cross boundaries or startle the stranger any further. for now, she stays back, simply watching.

“ for what reason, i know not. but garroth tells me that lord aphmau was similarly troubled and may be able to help. ”

[·˚ ༘𝕿𝒉𝒆 𝖂𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓ೃ⁀➷ @NETHERSROGUE]

She stays crouched in the shadows staring up from the shield of green fabric draped over their form, sheilding a mop of brown curls tied back and the better part of his face. He hasnt seen her in the village until now, must be a newcomer.

"Perhaps thats for a reason."

[* 𝐋͟𝐀͟𝐒͟𝐓 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝐍͟𝐀͟𝐌͟𝐄 @lonemagic]

she returns to her feet, hands folding neatly in front of her. there’s a different aura to the woman, unlike that of anyone else in phoenix drop.

“ my mind plays no tricks on me here. the only thing it plagues me with is my lack of memories. ”

[·˚ ༘𝕿𝒉𝒆 𝖂𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓ೃ⁀➷ @NETHERSROGUE]

"The mind has ways of playing tricks on you. Youre quite asleep."

Tones of green and brown almost let him disappear into the background. There isnt quite anything like them, she should hope to never see something similar, Hed rather disappear, as Vylad always has. unseen unheard

[* 𝐋͟𝐀͟𝐒͟𝐓 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝐍͟𝐀͟𝐌͟𝐄 @lonemagic]

brows furrow whilst her hand retracts, lavender hues following the movements of the shadows. it’s an abnormal occurrence, but then again. . . she herself is abnormal.

“ i assure you, i’m quite awake. ”

[·˚ ༘𝕿𝒉𝒆 𝖂𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓ೃ⁀➷ @NETHERSROGUE]

His fingers slip, blade still in her grasp, to ensure his scarf was still draped in a way to cover his head and face after the harsh landing. They melt into the darkness and reappear a few paces back on their knees.

"I'm fine, youre having quite the dream"

[* 𝐋͟𝐀͟𝐒͟𝐓 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝐍͟𝐀͟𝐌͟𝐄 @lonemagic]

her head tilts, watching them descend in a harsh manner. the shadows were unexpected, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her. kneeling down, offering a hand to her.

“ are you alright?! ”

[·˚ ༘𝕿𝒉𝒆 𝖂𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓ೃ⁀➷ @NETHERSROGUE]

The foliage slips from his fingers, blades forming from shadows under their fingertips as they uncerimoniously fall from the tree, a billow of something like smoke, pure shadows eminating once she hits the ground. He'd planned it perfectly to avoid being seen.

"I'm not."

[* 𝐋͟𝐀͟𝐒͟𝐓 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝐍͟𝐀͟𝐌͟𝐄 @lonemagic]

needing a break from the noise of the house, she slipped out into the cool night air. light footsteps carried her into the treeline, spotting a figure nestled within the lower branches.

“ what are you doing up there ? ”

[·˚ ༘𝕿𝒉𝒆 𝖂𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓ೃ⁀➷ @NETHERSROGUE]

nestled in the branches of a tree, back against the trees trunk. Cant move at night else they'll find her, instead weaving together vines and stems into a rope, maybe a crown.

[·˚ ༘𝕿𝒉𝒆 𝖂𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒓ೃ⁀➷ @NETHERSROGUE]

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