Small and brown, stealthily the mouse moved down through the dark tunnel. Here was the Fade; home to spirits, demons, and dreamers. And here she was, trapped by a sloth demon, with little chance of escape. She needed to find her companions. Without them, she had no chance of defeating the demon. She saw a pinpoint of light ahead, and bounded for it.
Emerging from the tunnel, the mouse froze. Before her stood a snarling Blight wolf. From its teeth, came strings of clear saliva. Its eyes were red with madness, rage, and pain. It was obvious it could smell her in this form, but it could not yet see her, for she was still in the shadows of the mouse hole. She took a quick glance around the room, reassuring herself that the only occupants of the room were indeed, the wolf and herself.
Stepping forward, the mouse quickly shifted into a petite, graceful elf-woman. Her hair was dark brown, as were her eyes. She was of a pale complexion, save for some light red markings on her face. Her armor seemed to be of no use, since her abdomen was so very exposed. Upon her back a dagger and an axe were strapped. These she drew with swiftness, and with them did she slay the savage beast.
She searched the corpse for anything to loot, but it was all for naught. Like all creatures of the Fade, there was nothing for the taking. She stepped back to the mouse hole, but not before looking around for any doors that might be hidden here. Nothing.
Shifting back into her mouse form, she snuck back into the mouse hole and made her way back through the black tunnel.
