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Damien paused, looking up at the dark clouds forming above Cajan, he frowned, fur ruffling against the cold air. A ripple of static pulsed over his body, sending small sparks up and across his chest. A storm was coming. Sigil, his Pararamus companion, trotted alongside him as the young Fornlee hurried along the grass to seek some shelter under the trees as the heavens opened up and a deluge of rain plummeted around them.

Damien sighed, shaking the worst of the water from his fur and unfurled his wings. The Pararamus lowered their head and took a step back, the Fornlee turned to them, smiling softly.

'I know, I know.' he said testing the movement in his wings, they were cold but with a decent warm up should be flight ready in just a few minutes. 'I've been practicing, so I won't drop you this time. And besides the rain's light enough that I'll still be able to see as we go.' Sigil lowered their ears, unconvinced, their second head, blissfully unaware as always, was trying to lap at the rain pooling beneath the tree. The Pararamus, glanced out into the storm, a shiver running across their back, the second head stopped and flicked it's tongue out, tasting the air.

Ozone, thick and pungent, filtered into the clearing, a hint of sulphur creeping closely behind, burning Damiens nose. The Fornlee winces, eyes watering slightly, he stares beyond the clearing, the rain and tears in his eyes making it difficult to decipher the shape steadily shuffling towards him and Sigil. The Pararamus barked, the second head hissing simultaneously, a warning and stepped in front of Damien as the shadowy figure lumbered closer. A crack of lightning lit up the sky, bolt crashing to the ground, almost within striking distance of the figure. Light swelled behind it, electricity building, engulfing the landscape behind in a swathe of purple embers and illuminating the figure.

Damien stumbled back, hand reaching out and finding the tree, the feel of bark a strange comfort compared to the sight before him. A crude facsimile writhed before him, Eather churning in the shape of a Fornlee, its gelatinous wings stretched out far beyond its shifting body. Another crack of lightning splinters the sky, sending shimmers across the creatures body, as clumps of Eather slough off onto the grass, which fizzles away on contact, it lumbers forwards, gurgling, as reaches out a swollen clawed hand towards Damien.

The Fornlee, grabs Sigil under their forepaws and runs out from under the tree and into the rain, panting as he sprints back into the undergrowth, hoping to lose the creature. The snake head of the Pararamus wraps itself tightly around Damiens arm as he continues to scurry through the forest, heart hammering against his chest. He can hear the creature giving chase behind, its Eather body sizzling on contact with the foliage, its menacing croaking as it imitates Damiens gasping breaths.

A tree root, followed by a stumble, the sting of Eather caressing the tips of the Fornlees wings, a sudden drop, Damien fumbling to try and keep hold of Sigil, then everything fades to black.

Sigil paws at Damiens face, their second head still wrapped around his arm, shaking in fear. The Fornlee stirs, then sits up sharply, groaning as his head swims, vision tilting for a moment. He frantically looks around, trying to ignore the pain in both his head and wings, he's knee deep in a pond, the water murky with diluted Eather. A faint sizzling echoes though the pitter-patter of rain, the pond bubbles then settles, the remains of the oil slick pulsing before dissipating into a lighter colour.

The Fornlee stares at the water confused, his eyes drift up settling on a small plinth built into the ridge of the small cliff he'd fallen down, the image of a cat-like creature is etched into the rock, a message scratched beneath it.

"¡pǝsn ɟᴉ uᴉoɔ ploƃ ɐ ǝʌɐǝl ǝsɐǝld 'ƃuᴉɹds ƃuᴉʎɟᴉɹnd ǝʇɐʌᴉɹd sɯǝoM"

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Damien paused, looking up at the dark clouds forming above Cajan, he frowned, fur ruffling against the cold air. A ripple of static pulsed over his body, sending small sparks up and across his chest. A storm was coming. Sigil, his Pararamus companion, trotted alongside him as the young Fornlee hurried along the grass to seek some shelter under the trees as the heavens opened up and a deluge of rain plummeted around them.

Damien sighed, shaking the worst of the water from his fur and unfurled his wings. The Pararamus lowered their head and took a step back, the Fornlee turned to them, smiling softly.

'I know, I know.' he said testing the movement in his wings, they were cold but with a decent warm up should be flight ready in just a few minutes. 'I've been practicing, so I won't drop you this time. And besides the rain's light enough that I'll still be able to see as we go.' Sigil lowered their ears, unconvinced, their second head, blissfully unaware as always, was trying to lap at the rain pooling beneath the tree. The Pararamus, glanced out into the storm, a shiver running across their back, the second head stopped and flicked it's tongue out, tasting the air.

Ozone, thick and pungent, filtered into the clearing, a hint of sulphur creeping closely behind, burning Damiens nose. The Fornlee winces, eyes watering slightly, he stares beyond the clearing, the rain and tears in his eyes making it difficult to decipher the shape steadily shuffling towards him and Sigil. The Pararamus barked, the second head hissing simultaneously, a warning and stepped in front of Damien as the shadowy figure lumbered closer. A crack of lightning lit up the sky, bolt crashing to the ground, almost within striking distance of the figure. Light swelled behind it, electricity building, engulfing the landscape behind in a swathe of purple embers and illuminating the figure.

Damien stumbled back, hand reaching out and finding the tree, the feel of bark a strange comfort compared to the sight before him. A crude facsimile writhed before him, Eather churning in the shape of a Fornlee, its gelatinous wings stretched out far beyond its shifting body. Another crack of lightning splinters the sky, sending shimmers across the creatures body, as clumps of Eather slough off onto the grass, which fizzles away on contact, it lumbers forwards, gurgling, as reaches out a swollen clawed hand towards Damien.

The Fornlee, grabs Sigil under their forepaws and runs out from under the tree and into the rain, panting as he sprints back into the undergrowth, hoping to lose the creature. The snake head of the Pararamus wraps itself tightly around Damiens arm as he continues to scurry through the forest, heart hammering against his chest. He can hear the creature giving chase behind, its Eather body sizzling on contact with the foliage, its menacing croaking as it imitates Damiens gasping breaths.

A tree root, followed by a stumble, the sting of Eather caressing the tips of the Fornlees wings, a sudden drop, Damien fumbling to try and keep hold of Sigil, then everything fades to black.

Sigil paws at Damiens face, their second head still wrapped around his arm, shaking in fear. The Fornlee stirs, then sits up sharply, groaning as his head swims, vision tilting for a moment. He frantically looks around, trying to ignore the pain in both his head and wings, he's knee deep in a pond, the water murky with diluted Eather. A faint sizzling echoes though the pitter-patter of rain, the pond bubbles then settles, the remains of the oil slick pulsing before dissipating into a lighter colour.

The Fornlee stares at the water confused, his eyes drift up settling on a small plinth built into the ridge of the small cliff he'd fallen down, the image of a cat-like creature is etched into the rock, a message scratched beneath it.

"¡pǝsn ɟᴉ uᴉoɔ ploƃ ɐ ǝʌɐǝl ǝsɐǝld 'ƃuᴉɹds ƃuᴉʎɟᴉɹnd ǝʇɐʌᴉɹd sɯǝoM"