Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-11457306-20141008011602

Daria, alert for every noise and as far from sleep as she could possibly be, heard the footsteps, the sound of something being set down in the leaves, then rustlings of movement, unidentified. She crawled to the edge of the opening in the trunk and strained to see out into the deepening night. She saw a faint silhouette against the lighter line of trees. Someone was there. She almost cried out, then realized the silhoutte was doing something with a darker bulge against the tree. Then the silhouette stood and she picked out the tail of a Khajiit. It wasn't bulky enough to be Zanir and was too bulky for Tasha or Ja'Keil. Kazriis wasn't that quiet. It had to be Ma'Jharo. She froze and remained quiet.

After a moment, the figure moved on. Daria waited until the sounds of his footsteps faded, then scuttled out on hands and knees to crawl to the bulge against the tree. She felt in the darkness, lifting the man's head. She could feel his fur armor. Dralnach!

Her hand came away sticky. She touched her toungue to a finger and tasted blood.

''Oh gods! What do I do? I can't even see him!''