A slight form, cloaked in the ashen shadows o' the night, watches you with deeply piercing cerulean opticals. They pierce into you harshly, tearing at your very soul. Ebon' pinnas perk forward and light feet pass you by. 'er maw stretches towards the light, soak'ng up th' rays.
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River Valley
