Van
*The black veil of night covered the skies of Ramul Ta, stormy clouds hiding the moonlight behind their lightning and drops of water aggressively pouring on what or whoever was below. The streets of Salvainia were completely empty, people running for shelter in taverns and their own homes. No one dared to challenge the forces of nature that raged that night. An ambitious soul, however, braved the rain with great determination. A man dressed entirely in black mounted on a large draft horse the same color as the storm whipped the reins of his animal hard, looking back once to see a few horses following them amidst the chaos.*

*Not long before, he had just killed a nobleman and made off with one of the family's horses. There was no other option but to flee the place at the fastest speed he could, so he took Hel. The best horse of all. The strong legs of the mount worked to keep them away from their pursuers, hooves pounding aggressively against the wet stone floor. The young man pulled the reins of his horse to turn a corner in an attempt to lose them, coming to a street with some people still outside. The only light was from torches covered by some ceiling, reflecting against the horse's black fur. The two of them looked like one big black figure. As if death had come to haunt the civilians.*

*And indeed, death had already come for Alaric.*
Frances
*The rain pounded on as the Silnari begrudgingly trudged through it at its lack of warning. The season had come where the weather seemed to be at its angriest and always, on the occasion, did the Elf find himself taking the brunt of it. His clothing had grown heavy below the pounding rain, but still he kept onward in figuring he'd make his way back home sooner or later. One of his wolves kept by his side, the one that had stuck with him the longest and one who had decided to join him in his trip to the town that ended up being cut short. The wolf seemed to be taking it much better, and Terrel couldn't help but enjoy the company despite everyone else vanishing away for the night. The two had managed to walk onto a small street where a few people still remained, though naught before his wolf ears suddenly shot up, a growl escaping his low throat at something that had caught his attention.

At first Terrel figured it being the sound of lightning crashing down, echoing across the town in a loud rumble, however, it wasn't long before his gaze suddenly fell upon the large figure, mounted atop a powerful steed. They seemed to be moving with haste, causing his wolf to grow antsy enough to bark at them and keep them away from him. A commotion began to grow, the Elf of course being oblivious to whatever the sudden chaos was, but whatever it may be, he hardly wanted part in it. Terrel narrowed his eyes at the figure, one hand lowered to the hilt of his sword as he seemed to stare the man down in daring him to make his next move wisely.*
Van
*The face of the Macen on the horse was completely tense, traced with incessant water droplets that traveled a thousand different paths until they fell onto the fabric of his clothes. His clear eyes flew quickly around the people around him, landing exactly on the pig mask not far from him. For a few moments that seemed like an eternity, he stared at the masked figure and his wolf before he dashed off again. The horse ran alongside the wolf and the elf with speed, making a turn right beside them to enter nothing but an alley. No way out.*

*Alaric looked up at the high walls blocking his escape with distress on his face, looking back quickly to check if the guards had arrived on the scene. It seemed he had a few seconds to hide based on the faint sound of hooves pounding against stone muffled by the uncontrollable thunder in the sky. He got off his horse in one leap, guiding the animal to the darkest corner at the end of the alley. A dim light from one of the windows overlooking the dead-end street illuminated the place faintly, but not sufficiently. The man leaned against the wall beside the horse. Air was moving in and out of his lungs with difficulty, slowly calming down as he tried to regulate his breathing.*

*What was left for him to do was to hope that no one would reveal his hiding place.*