Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20180604200157/@comment-26545936-20180606132200

Janadian would pass the broken down wagon, trail still going forward... though you can definitely see two figures in the far-off distance at this point. Forest turning into open grass-plains. Sun beating upon the ground as errants tufts of fluffy clouds floats about. A pleasant day that you no doubt realized beforehand.

Faida is stuck... her eyes no longer really gazing at the centaurs but beyond them out in the fields. The tentacles on her back that would twitch and sway are now unnaturally still, as if frozen solid.

''To the angel, the world crumbles away like glass pieces slowly coming apart, shard by shard. And than being replaced just as 'fast' with a new but similar landscape of yellowed plains and skies turn black as tornados turn about in the background. Very little light pierces the clouds. A Lone Rider can be seen galloping near and nearer towards her.''

''It is a man, a knight wielding a glaive and clad in leather armor, hoisting up a lantern, presumably for another time than right now as the light given is more than enough for his sight. The horse he’s riding of a simple brown coloration… but something is off about it. There are small holes on the beast, through which blue and pink veins  are coming out of it and connecting and forming along the reins into the rider’s flesh.''

''He doesn’t appear to care or notice however, though his expression couldn’t have been really told due to the cloth mask over his hands and nose. His eyes did look focused on the angelic-horror a good distance away from him.''

Her eyes became unfocused for a second. The gnoll can see her start to shake her head and whisper, “no” over and over again. She takes a singular step back and then…?

In the distance, a man wielding a glaive in one hand and lantern in the other, clad in leather armor and with covered face is riding towards you both on a horse. But he and the horse looks… off. Though that could also have been told due to him just suddenly manifesting in the field from nothing. Both the centaurs and satyros looks shocked at this and stop in their tracks.

The satyros looks at her bottle in confusion.

Lone Rider