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thornmageHe'd wandered, for how long nor how far he did not know. Far from the green fields of Britain, from the snows of the Netherlands. Past the mountains, across deserts, the shadow wandered, aimless. He did his best, of course, to avoid meeting anyone. While it might have been safer to travel in a more... permissible shape, the glamour would only work to a certain point.
Heaven only knew when a child might spot him and give it all away.
Onwards, across rivers and lakes, through forests, and then deeper into those yet still, eating whatever slow, simple beast he happened to run into. There'd be more than a few farms near the area that would be missing pets and livestock, no doubt, and more than a few frantic stories of a hulking, shadowy beast with glowing red eyes making off with squealing pigs and bleating goats.
Upwards now though, as if heedless of the mountain in his way. It was only when the scent of humans reached his nose that he finally faltered again, pausing just short of the line of trees that opened to... what looked to be some sort of temple.
Ah... no, he wasn't interested in running into any holy men, he'd dealt with that before. Hunger though, as ever, chewed at his innards, and he stalked just behind the treeline, hoping to spot something edible to steal.
Heaven only knew when a child might spot him and give it all away.
Onwards, across rivers and lakes, through forests, and then deeper into those yet still, eating whatever slow, simple beast he happened to run into. There'd be more than a few farms near the area that would be missing pets and livestock, no doubt, and more than a few frantic stories of a hulking, shadowy beast with glowing red eyes making off with squealing pigs and bleating goats.
Upwards now though, as if heedless of the mountain in his way. It was only when the scent of humans reached his nose that he finally faltered again, pausing just short of the line of trees that opened to... what looked to be some sort of temple.
Ah... no, he wasn't interested in running into any holy men, he'd dealt with that before. Hunger though, as ever, chewed at his innards, and he stalked just behind the treeline, hoping to spot something edible to steal.
