Raven's Watch My shadow staring back at me

the air around the figure crackled, alight with tension. fanged energy radiated like a cold sickly glow, unnatural under the warm silver cast of moonlight. anxiety, or perhaps fear. the listener tasted it on the air, drifting closer with steps light as stardew over a grey moondust path. the figure turned, then, and the silence shattered against the sharp tones of his voice.

the listener bore his accusing words in silence, still and unchanged until the stranger invited her closer. intrigued, the prophet swept forward like shadows creeping higher with the shifting of the sun. a heavy silence wreathed her, trailing in her wake like a thick cloying scent.