It was following him. The Silent-Gazer. The pest that seemed to take some sort of strange enjoyment out of gawking over him. Khaun picked up his pace as he snarled. What was this guy's problem? He had...
He had felt another staring. But honestly, the entire forest was staring at him. How could one truly distinguish between the gaze of another horse and the glare of the glowing eyes? So he walked, unaw...
His world was changing so often. Falling deeper and deeper into chaos as parts were torn away and than returned. As gods were ripped apart, and a new one formed from their corpses. This world was a me...
