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Chameleon
Chapter Three - Eglain
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Perched on a thin branch of a young elm, he rested his head against the trunk. When was the last time he had eaten? When was the last time he had slept? How long had he been gone from his family? Where was his family? Sadness had long set deep in his heart but it was masked by a barely controlled rage. He was feral, he was Eglain and he was a kin slayer.
A movement caught his ears and his head shot up from where it rested against the bark. Spiders. The rage set in… It clouded his vision and before he knew what he was doing he was already halfway to the nest. He drew out his hand crafted, twin knives and descended upon the eight legged creatures. Slashing and hacking away at their limbs, his rage grew. His dark purple aura brightened as he lost all control of his movements. Slash, hack, slice… Slash, hack, slice… His movements had become a deadly dance. Black blood covered the ground and the trees, as heads were hewn from bodies and entrails spilled from sliced guts. He was deadly, he was feral… he was Eglain.
It was many hours later that his aura once again dimmed and he stood in the middle of a pile of burnt corpses. He growled, his top lip curling, exposing his long canines. His short, silver hair glinted in the starlight and his colourless eyes roamed the clearing. He crouched, before leaping into the boughs of an ancient oak. He set off in what seemed like a random direction. His breaths came haggard but silent as he moved swiftly and silently through the trees. A shadow against the starlight.
Translations
Eglain – Forsaken One