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Rhaven slipped silently through the forest, his carefully placed footfalls raising barely a rustle as he stepped amid the crisp frost covered autumn leaves blanketing the ground. The sun had just crested the horizon and his path was shrouded in a heavy clinging mists, hanging in damp silent clouds from where its rays warmed the air; it was the perfect time for him to leave. Travelling swiftly away from the village, his mind touched on thoughts of his mother. Her sorrow at his departure would not have made it an easy farewell for her. He had left no word or note but she would know that he had gone for good this time, if she didn't then Tynea, his twin sister, certainly would. She had an uncanny talent for knowing his every thought and he hoped in this case, she would keep the knowledge to herself, at least long enough for him to make good his escape. He felt no guilt or sorrow for leaving this way. Indeed he felt nothing save for the strong conviction that he simply must go. The pain of others was not something that generally occurred to him as being necessary of consideration. It was not that he sought to cause others pain, it was just that he simply acted as he felt he must, often even when he knew the consequences to himself could be severe. This lack of empathy was especially unusual among his people who were essentially immortal, their many years of life made them wise to the needs of others and the necessity of compassion and understanding. No doubt this was part of the reason he existed on the fringe of the community. He was capable of charm and even kindness where it served his purpose. He understood how to operate in a community, that rules were needed to maintain peace, but he found no joy in it for its own sake. Others ... ... middle of paper ... ...ckly". "No need to fret. I’ll lead them on a chase or two for you." Rhaven spun around into a fighting crouch, his dagger appearing in his hand as a slim figure dropped from the branches of a nearby tree. "Tynea, by Herne's beard, what are you doing here?" he cursed, relaxing as he saw it was only his sister. "Do you intend adding assault of a sibling to your ever growing list of crimes?" she replied, gesturing to the dagger still drawn and clenched in Rhaven’s fist. "No, of course I don't", he said irritably, thrusting the blade back into his boot. "But I say again, what are you doing here? Oh, and thanks very much for the warning Wolf. That could have been a Fomorian hiding up there waiting to eat my face." Tynea giggled as Rhaven berated Wolf. It was totally lost on the animal who was fully absorbed trying to nibble a burr out of the thick fur of his back leg.

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