Day 2-443 words (total 1, 272)
Laila rushed through the trees in her shadow form, only a flitting silhouette jumping from one dark spot to the next. It was as exhilarating as it was terrifying, the feeling of being weightless and formless. She was long used to it, though, having lived thousands of years.
Her kind fed off of the dark, grew stronger the more shadows lingered about them. The recent cloud cover had meant that they were stronger, faster, and deadlier in every aspect. It didn’t matter, for the most part. Most species didn’t dare to oppose them. Except, of course, for certain rash humans. Or other, larger races that thought themselves superior to the Falinn. They usually ended up in a state of paralysis.
The sun, on the other hand, was the greatest bane of the Falinn. It drained them of energy, weakened them as tears of blood escaped their yellow eyes. If exposed for a sufficient duration of time, they would dwindle away in a shell of a body, never dying but never living. It was quite a disturbing possibility. One that some enemies liked to make the most of. Moonlight had no adverse effect whatsoever, other than imbuing the Falinn’s animal-eyes with an other-worldly glow. The final sight of many unfortunate creatures. And some that were fortunate, as well.
“Give up, sorcerer, and I will be merciful!”
The cloaked figure across from As looked to be laughing, before he launched another spell at her, a twisting serpent composed completely of fire. She held up a hand, eyes and the markings on her palm glowing a bright blue. Another, equally sized, serpent appeared behind her, rushing forwards at her attacker. The water snake met the other and they both disappeared, a loud sizzling audible in the air.
As looked on in satisfaction, small smile falling as the flame serpent burst from the ground, revived. What kind of magic was this?”
“Perhaps it is you that should surrender, mage!”
As let an easy grin spread over her features, raising her hand again.
“I wouldn’t be so sure.”
Another fleeting day or two and the trio had reached the coast, the ocean winds strong and unruly. The water itself was violently crashing onto the shore, a deep blue. It was rather chilly, but that was all of no matter to the three Falinn. The cold had no impact on them; the race actually gravitated to cold, mountainous regions to avoid others. The Krilohanian Pass, at the very North-Eastern tip of Lithilen, was a well-known abode for the beings. It was nearly desolate.
Laila remained absorbed in the waves, speaking quietly.
“I have no idea.”