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Reaching the small embankment, you noticed that all the trees were of the same kind. It was a kind of tree you had never seen before, their nodular trunks erupting into a burst of thin branches at similar heights.
When you reached the trees, you finally saw why they were arranged in such a linear fashion. You wondered why the path was divided into two track grooves. Was it such a busy route?
The footprints on these tracks were foreign to you. You knew no beast which printed such regular patterns in the soil, nor carts that had such wide wheels. Only a few reassuring hoofprints reminded you of…
You could not complete that sentence for a combination of reasons. Firstly, you had no idea what it reminded you of. Secondly, you began hearing a constant high-pitched growl.
Immediately all your senses flared. It was distant, but getting closer. It was coming from the right.
You did not know this beast. Its noise was high-pitched, and you could discern a rapid ticking noise from the constant growl as it grew louder.
After freezing for a while you snapped out of the terror and scrambled to hide behind one of the strange trees. Pressing the whole of your shivering body against the trunk, you noticed you were still covered in the mud you crawled out of. You should do something about that sometime.
The growl was growing to deafening strengths, while some other noises became audible. Whatever this was, it was not moving smoothly. Loud <span class="mu-i">clunks</span> and <span class="mu-i">thunks</span> escaped this creature while it supposedly stumbled down the path.
The high-pitched yammering of a voice sneered through the brisk wind before being interrupted by a lower baritone. There were two speakers, one clearly more agitated than the other. Both were speaking a language you stood no chance of comprehending, but it was a language that clearly suited itself to vocalizing anger. Were they running from this beast?
You could no longer curtail his morbid curiosity. Peeking from your position behind the tree, you could only stare in awe at what you saw barrelling down the path.
This was no beast.
