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After days of intentionally keeping a distance, and weeks of tracking, Kwyntehst's presence had finally stopped. The blue creature had no doubt felt his pursuer for some time now. It didn't matter. There was no need for secrecy anymore.
Here in the wild, the cold chill of vapor escaping off of the thick trees of Adari's dense forests, a tomb would be made. The snow capped volcanoes stretched across the clear sky from afar. A full day's distance however, as only trees surrounded them. A man, unnamed to his own knowledge, stood amidst the burly trunks. Starring off into the distance at his target, too far to see. He could only feel him. A suitable arena, both stifling and empowering. This human felt a hatred, building his state of mind for the challenge ahead.
A solid mass out in the open, or as openly as one could be amongst such tightly grown woods, this man was ready. His simple dark robes hung still in the dead air. Even the elements knew what was to come. His large hood shrouded his features, depicting a much darker image than was the case. Warm color grew through his cheeks, the look of an attractive male as he was. In another life, he may have been a welcomed and praised name; though he never considered such alternate realities. There was only one goal, his Master's. And it was there, before him, awaiting its destiny. It was clear, that no matter where Kwyntehst traveled, that this man would follow. His intent, to kill. No crazed enjoyment, no maniacal justifications; this man sought power as the only thing he knew, and the drive given to him was strong. Nothing could sway him. "Life in death". He would face this opponent, and one of them would die.
Here in the wild, the cold chill of vapor escaping off of the thick trees of Adari's dense forests, a tomb would be made. The snow capped volcanoes stretched across the clear sky from afar. A full day's distance however, as only trees surrounded them. A man, unnamed to his own knowledge, stood amidst the burly trunks. Starring off into the distance at his target, too far to see. He could only feel him. A suitable arena, both stifling and empowering. This human felt a hatred, building his state of mind for the challenge ahead.
A solid mass out in the open, or as openly as one could be amongst such tightly grown woods, this man was ready. His simple dark robes hung still in the dead air. Even the elements knew what was to come. His large hood shrouded his features, depicting a much darker image than was the case. Warm color grew through his cheeks, the look of an attractive male as he was. In another life, he may have been a welcomed and praised name; though he never considered such alternate realities. There was only one goal, his Master's. And it was there, before him, awaiting its destiny. It was clear, that no matter where Kwyntehst traveled, that this man would follow. His intent, to kill. No crazed enjoyment, no maniacal justifications; this man sought power as the only thing he knew, and the drive given to him was strong. Nothing could sway him. "Life in death". He would face this opponent, and one of them would die.