the Plains of Toulaine
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 19238
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Not far from that place within the wide Geldan Plains of Toulaine, the
creature from the ShadowRealm was stalking her prey; she was angry, she
was furious. The Princess had lost the Prince on her little detour; all
she wanted was a little fun and fun she had had with the young man she has
come to call (if only to herself) her "little doggy." When she had
finished with that pitiful little search party in the Nelon [18846] she
came to find that the Prince had fled. She did not worry at first, how
far could this weak man go? But after days of search she seemed to be no
closer to him. She used her heightened senses, her unworldly senses, and
she indeed found his scent, his track, but he seemed to be always out of
reach. Almost as if...
But today was the day, and she knew it. The tracks were fresher, his scent stronger. Her unliving eyes scanned the Plain, her fingers trembled with the thought of grabbing him as if a choice morsel in the claws of Erinye. Her whole body trembled, she knew that like the Mist-Walker of the Shadows she too could mold her flesh into wings, her bones into claws... but now was not the hour. She quickened her pace. After three hours she knew her goal was at hand for she could see the Prince shambling along. She was still miles away but the Plains were wide and flat and so a normal person could see for miles; being dead, Astra's senses were far from normal. And then she saw the interlopers. They rode on steeds as black as the night, men and women, a party of ten. They wore flowing garments of earthy color, garments that covered the whole of their bodies but for their faces. Astra squinted as she ran and could see that their faces were covered with spiralling patterns. Astra did not know these people, did not recognize them (being nomads of the west they never came near to Aqualarian lands), but she knew immediately that her prize was being snatched out of her very hands! She ran with the fury of Hela but it was not enough. By the time she reached where the Prince had fallen, he was gone. Astra knew that on foot she would not reach these riders for some time, though she also knew that their tracks would give her a clear path to follow, hatred of the tatooed strangers grew within her a hundredfold. She stopped then, she calmed herself drawing on the eldritch energies of the Shadows below. She wondered if following this son of Allaria was worth the trouble, the pleasure she had had at seeing the man in a constant state of fear was now being replaced by too much work. Perhaps she should return home and give her parents a regal surprise! Or perhaps there were other torments she could rain upon the peoples of this land...
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