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[drake]

Brittle leaves snapped and crunched underfoot- occasionally interrupted by the orange ghostly sound waves of breaking twigs which split little fractals into Drake’s peripherals for brief instants. Beside the rootbeds’ growls, and the hushed treetops’s reassuring each other amid the ocean’s blackberry breeze, Drake followed the great fluffy cat in silence. Now and again the principality reached out to caress the passing trunks, savoring the graham colored sandy sound waves as barking fibers left an earthy taste on his fingertips. Time flowed viscously as Drake waded through amber thickened molasses atmosphere, the sticky humidity a counterforce to be reckoned with.

The feline ally guided the principality into a vast clearing which the forest guarded from even moonlight. Tree tops glistened with milky moonlight overhead, but no direct beams dared to flow where the shadows tread upon the perennial grasses. Eva halted before a nice boulder, which Drake liked very much, and sang a dynamic tune to the night sky. Drake gazed upward to the stars, which seemed to twinkle in response to the melody. As his awareness returned to the treetops, the principality sensed a thick mental presence joining the two. He began examining the rustling leaves above him for any indication of another being. A prickling sense of uneasiness descended on the back of his neck as time grew liquid. After what seemed like long minutes of scouring, Drake noticed two otherworldly glowing green irises which stood out against the dancing natural moonlit greens ten meters above. Finding his watcher did little to quell the growing weight in Drake’s stomach. Upon locking eyes, Drake noticed the utter stillness of an etheric hunter.

“So, you followed the cat to your own dinner party,” sang a voice with a ghostly vibrato like honey on crystal glass. “How are you still alive?”

“Good evening to you too,” Drake replied to the polite treetop dweller. “I’m searching for a friend.”

“It must be quite the acquaintance, for you to have trekked into this part of the forest. I can’t tell if you smell of despair, or utter insanity.”

“Eh, two out of the pan,” Drake mumbled under his breath.

“Really?” The voice replied, having somehow heard.

A beastly man sprang from the moonlight, falling faster than any mass Drake had ever witnessed. His thundering impact with the ground shook the world beneath the principality’s feet, causing Drake to sway in lost balance. The strange humanoid form absorbed the shock completely, remaining stationary, crouched on one knee as his hands braced the ground. A silver mop of hair flowed down past his ears, and powerful muscles rippled throughout his physique. All the while, the figure’s eyes never left Drake.

“Is that all?”