Nancy
A new moon loomed over the sky tonight, devoid of stars and ashen clouds closed in from the northeast, heralding a storm. Dusk had long set in, and the cold evening breeze called for beasts and men alike to seek shelter. Critters chirped and owls hooted uneasily, weighted by the tense and humid air. 

But not all beasts echoed the unease, or heeded nature's warnings. One of them crossed the plains near the mountainside with a light gait on his paws, barely disturbing the blades of grass underneath. He hummed an old folk song as he ventured south, brief words mixed with guttural snarls in the distinct tongue of the Hasaapian tribes. Every step he took synced with a lyric, distancing himself from the encroaching storm

The lone travelled concealed much of his identity beneath a black cloak. What could be seen was the distinct shape of a canine muzzle extending from his hood, a dried scar running deep across its bridge and spiked protrusions on the sides of his jaw resembling black fangs. At a glance, nobody would doubt he was a lone canifor, specifically of the more bestial variety found in the untamed Anushkenian wilds west of Silnaria: quick of temper and quicker of claw, yet stolid when unprovoked. 

But then one could also take note of the horns atop his forehead, piercing through his hood like jagged spearheads, more fiendish than bestial. For one familiar with silnari gossip, it would be these horns that made it dreadfully clear who- or *What* The beast was. And if those rumours were true, one would be wise to avoid his ire. 

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Herman
*From that area, amidst the gentle glow of the moonlit night, the remarkable claws of Tossou peaks can be clearly seen. Peering high above the clouds of Western Prasia, its silent visage has kept the soul of this land for time unmeasured and tells of it in words unspoken. The root of minerals and rivers which flow from the deepest reaches of its abode had existed since the far past. Indeed, before even the distant time when the first pioneers had set upon their presence in this continent.*
 
*A lone figure is staring at their own reflection on top of a river's surface. Cascade of water can be heard not far from there. Its current carved rocks and soil onto the ravine which they are in at the moment. The water itself originated from an unseen source beneath the mountain. It was a place recounted in numbers of old tales. Mythical creatures far more ancient than any kingdom lingers there, never to recognize the ray of sunlight.*
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*The clear water and illumination radiated by the moon captured the image of the figure's appearance perfectly. Sweeping golden strands of hairs from their face, they– or she, blinked on top of the water's surface. The girl on the other side is an ordinary young macen, if not quite more charming than average. Fixing the scholarly beret on top of her hat, she smiled at her own reflection. Occasionally, she would make a pose with her long, wooden staff, like a child in front of a mirror. It is not until the thunderous roar of the distant lightning had pulled her attention back towards her surroundings, that she finally looked away.*
 
*"I think there is still some time.." She thought inside her mind while gauging the distance of the storm. It was done by counting the interval between flash of lightning and its following loud exclamation.*
 
*Carefully, she puts away all of the refilled water containers inside her backpack. Then, she began to walk, following along the river. Steep ground like this would be the best place to camp in a storm. Away from treelines, yet not too far away into the flat soil. She was also thinking about seeking a location where flooding would be unlikely to happen. Though, she was distracted by a faint, yet distinctive noise which entered her ear. A quite gravelly voice, following a pattern which are undoubtedly fixed pitches. It is...*
 
*"A song?" She muttered quietly.*

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*The girl turned her head in the voice's direction. Towards North-East, the view of the path that she has taken before sliding down into the ravine is entirely visible. Beyond that, faraway in the distance, she can also see half of the rocky peaks. Thick, black clouds of encroaching storms encircling the other half of the mountains. These regions are sparsely populated and travelled through. Even the hardy lora of the west often would choose to evade this path. Thus, she certainly doesn't expect anyone to be this close in proximity with her trek.*
 
*Meeting a stranger in a wilderness like this can often lead into various grim circumstances. Her eyes darted to the side momentarily. Unfortunately, there seems to be nowhere for her to hide and watch whoever it is, to discern whether they are friendly or not. And hence, the figure finally came into view, appearing like a ghost from the ridgeline not far above her.*
 
*"That's..!!" Her wariness had increased exponentially.*

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*Their nefarious appearance is exactly as mentioned in the rumours, one that she heard when visiting Ulnoor not too long ago. **"As the sun is set, beware. Your eyes would be drawn towards their jagged horns, which is not that of a beast, but something far more sinister."** Her boots scraped against the pebbles and the rocks underneath her. Rotating her whole body abruptly, she faced towards the figure's direction. She looked at the figure with sharp and cautious eyes, attempting to perceive what is obscured behind the veil of their hood. There is no point in walking away quietly, as she is quite sure that they've seen her anyway. *
 
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*She didn't say anything, but her nerves are cranked to their maximum. If the figure is indeed, the renowned "Revenant", and the rumours surrounding them were not a simple hogwash, then she will know of it soon. However, for one, the girl is not one to trust rumours blindly, nor that she is a person that is keen to get into conflict.*
Nancy
For a few moments, the notion of that beast being no more than a ghost may not have seemed as far-fetched. His form blurred into the night, as though his fur and cloak melded into the darkness; unclear to where one ended and another began. Perhaps his presence was indeed a mere apparition, a trick of the light, a wayward spirit playing japes to the skittish and feeble-minded wanderers passing by. Or perhaps this is what one *Wanted* To believe upon seeing his malignant visage. If they believed that hard enough, maybe they could even convince themselves that he was not real. 

That hope was quashed soon, however, when the beast paused on his trail. First, he seemed to sniff the air around him. Then, his ear bristled upwards between gaps in his hood, long and pointed. Last, he slowly turned his head in the girl's direction and crossed eyes with her- not looking quite at her, but seemingly *Through* Her. There was no innocence in those eyes. Two mismatched irises stared back at her; one a molten red, the other a pallid grey, both baring pupils narrow like serpentine slits and encased in sclera black as tar. A demon, if not a chimeric abomination, someone ignorant might assume. But for anyone who knew better, the revenant's cause of such daunting appearance was a simpler one: vampirism.