Neverwinter Forest you're a walking overdose in a great coat

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With her lips curled back to reveal a snarl, Maera waited for the ghost to move, to crunch some more leaves underneath its feet, to break the silence, to do anything really. To her surprise and relief, he chose to obey. Slowly, like a creature that was meant to live in myths alone, he pulled himself from the shadows and into her line of sight.

He was like a vision from a dream, one that she had catalogued as nightmare after the first two months of repeating itself back when she still called the Glacier home. She did not conciously realize this, but she did feel some sort of agitation in the mouth of her stomach when he, a man that held an eerily familiar glow in his eyes, rose his tail behind him. Another whine escaped Maera betraying the sudden turmoil that her psyche was under. She lifted her tail as well, not to compete for dominance but to convey that despite the breaking of her voice, she was going to remain firmly rooted to the spot.