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Shadows of Emalas Chapter 2: The PastureThe sky flared with a rich orange hue giving everything it touched an amber glow. A gentle evening breeze swayed through the lush carpet of pasture grass, and rippled the surface of the small watering hole. At the Far East side small rivulets of water trickled down the rock wall leaving the stone smooth and slick to the touch. This damp spot fed the watering hole through a series of cracks high up behind piled boulders. This watering hole was a refuge for the kenwoj on relatively balmy days; their second best was to cover up with shade from the wide branches of the four unaiga trees that were scattered across the small bowl like valley. The trees were as tall as 2 grown men, and the trunks were strong and stout. Its leaves were broad and shaped like rounded pentagons. The leaves were a brilliant aqua green and the bark was a rich red mahogany.Shadows of Emalas Chapter 2: The Pasture by PersistentDreams
At the southwest side of the valley was a lengthy wood and stone barn, its big doors faced toward the rising sun; every morning the iron bar of
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The eerie red sky of Emalas’ eternal sunset lit over the high tower of the citadel as rain clouds began to gather above its many spires. The clouds began to thunder, as if to groan with their heavy load of darkened rain. An ominous cloaked figure towered the heavily weaken Arra as she leaned onto the cold stone parapet breathing laboriously looking briefly at the treacherous form, heaving back on to her three-clawed feet. Her eyes glew again matching the setting sun; filled with an unspeakably murderous rage, “You shall pay dearly for what you have done vile betrayer!” She lunged forward ready to bite with two large saber-like canines. The figure simply leapt backwards, her muzzle snapping nothing but air.
Irritated she aimed for a second lunge trying to ram it with her four menacing horns. Again s
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The sun bowed deeply towards the horizon lighting the evening sky with an extravagant rainbow of colors. Various trees towered within the Sillyhp Forest as the sandy gravel mountain soil sprung the occasional tuffs of short lived verdant grasses. Leaves littered the ground below along with a sparse population of stout woody bushes while the trees held their branches aloft soaking the last bits of the day’s sun. Down by the banks of a shallow stream sat two humanoid figures watching the sun retreat deeper into the forests. Along side them was a long shaggy necked beast of burden hitched to a simple wooden cart. It gave a low grunting moan as it shook off the leaves from its short bristly mane.
Out came a heavy sigh of serenity for the setting sun, yet it was also filled with the dread of the coming night. Orrok turned his gaze towards a young man no more than seventeen years, “Te