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Scratch – scratch
Antirne felt a cold sweat break out all over her body as she heard it; not stopping until she reached the middle of the tree. She steadied herself on the branch beside her, thanking the goddess it was sturdy and thick. She looked below her, knowing it would be difficult to see her because of the trees sparse foliage. The camp fire was low, but still burning enough for her to see her comrades.
Scratch – scratch
Antirne turned her sharp elf eyes to the sound to the right of the slumbering half-elf. Her breath caught lightly in her throat as she saw the outline of a daemon in the forests shadow. Its long tongue touched the air around it, tasting the fresh fear and old sleep that hung thick in the air. Yellow slits appeared glittering from the fire where it’s two eyes were meant to be.
Oh Goddess… a voice groaned in her mind. Deadly in its stealth, the daemon made its way over to the sleeping half-elf. Its tongue dipped in and out of its mouth like a poisonous snake’s. It bent its head close to hers, Antirne gripped the branch hard to keep herself from crying out a warning; hungrily it opened its jaws, letting putrid green saliva drip down its chin.
Suddenly Antirne could wait no longer; she felt her body lurch upward to a standing position as she threw her dagger; beginning a chant as it pierced the serpent’s skin, never hearing its scream.
“Daughter of the moon, cast aside your reign, and call your mother the goddess of the earth’s morning star to come forth and save her child!”
A blinding flash of light radiated forth from the elf’s open arms and filled the night so brilliantly it caused her own eyes pain. The daemon screamed in agony beneath her as it trampled loudly back through the forest.
Antirne jerked awake, her entire body as tense as a coil; she held her breath in waiting; but waiting for what she did not know. The air around her screamed in its silence. No leaf moved, no breath of wind, no birds. She slowly opened her eyes into a squint; hoping nothing was going to be staring her in the face as she did so. Something moved quickly through the trees around them, making the hairs on the back of Antirne’s neck stand up on end. Fifty feet away, she thought suddenly. Slowly, she stood and carefully climbed the nearest tree to her, so as not to draw any further attention to herself.
Slowly the light receded, leaving the elf’s body without strength. She looked down wearily at the smoldering, her eyes blurring slightly, a small smile formed upon her face as she carefully sat back down on the branch and watched over her comrades until the true dawn roared through the trees.
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