This is my first fic in a new, and beloved, genre. It is short, but,
well, 'tis only the beginning. A tribute to good Mr. Jacques, may he live
long and prosper.
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Kain Nightstrider was a peculiar and frightening beast to the few who had ever seen him. He was a wildcat, tall and gaunt, and he always seemed to have his shoulders hunched, as if in defiance to a constant prodding chill.
Where his left eye had been, there sat a dark, empty socket, with a jagged scar cutting across his face from his jaw to his forehead. His single eye gleamed with a piercing emerald hue, seeming to peer into the very soul of any beast it passed over.
His dark blue cloak swirled around him in the wind as he strode through the darkening forest. He kept his eye locked forward, seeming to blend with the trees and their shadows. Suddenly, he came to a halt, gazing up through the high foliage at the object of his travels.
In the failing light could be seen the tall, red sandstone spire, piercing the evening sky and standing straight and tall like a beacon. The iron weathervane at its peak spun idly in the breeze, glinting in the day's final light.
Kain smiled. At last, he had reached Redwall.
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Kain Nightstrider was a peculiar and frightening beast to the few who had ever seen him. He was a wildcat, tall and gaunt, and he always seemed to have his shoulders hunched, as if in defiance to a constant prodding chill.
Where his left eye had been, there sat a dark, empty socket, with a jagged scar cutting across his face from his jaw to his forehead. His single eye gleamed with a piercing emerald hue, seeming to peer into the very soul of any beast it passed over.
His dark blue cloak swirled around him in the wind as he strode through the darkening forest. He kept his eye locked forward, seeming to blend with the trees and their shadows. Suddenly, he came to a halt, gazing up through the high foliage at the object of his travels.
In the failing light could be seen the tall, red sandstone spire, piercing the evening sky and standing straight and tall like a beacon. The iron weathervane at its peak spun idly in the breeze, glinting in the day's final light.
Kain smiled. At last, he had reached Redwall.