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>Flee! (Fat nun ass in tow).
You scoop the nun up in your arms at the realization, lifting her up (with some effort, even with your preternatural vampiric strength) and bounding back into the wood, the wolf’s cry nipping at your heels. The wolf isn’t howling in pain–no, it’s CALLING something. You can’t say for sure what that something is, but you don’t plan to stick around for it to sink its teeth into your throat.
The woods blur around you as you bound through them without the nun at your side–cutting over pathways, leaping over logs, the forest comes stretching like a gullet and swallowing you whole. You catch sight of it on occasion, in the dark gaps in the trees–shapes moving in the woods all around you, something trying to keep in step with you. You do not falter in your dash, even as the trees grow thin around you, even as the air grows cold..
You near trip over onto the nun in your arms as you plant your feet into the ground, kicking up clods of dirt while grinding your heels into the grass. You almost just threw yourself into the sky. You stand at a CLIFF’S EDGE, an endless ocean of trees stretching all around you, as far as you can see, crawling into the horizon. The cold wind of the sky comes licking at your back, carrying the howl of the wolf alongside it. You have nowhere left to run from here.
Your face grows pale. You felt the forest too large before, given your knowledge of its breadth, but you could’ve been mistaken–you could’ve been turned around, could’ve wandered in circles. But this distortion.. BROCELIANDE FOREST is a small copse, not this endless ocean of trees, where steep rises make for cliffs and the treeline crashes over the horizon like waves. It HAS been changed–something that could only be caused by incredibly powerful magic..
You glance over your shoulder from the cliffside, from whence you came. You can hear something coming–.. something that sounds like horse hoof.
>Leap.
>Stay, and face your pursuers.
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