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Run. Don't stop running, he told himself.  He hardly touched the ground as he sprinted through the dense cover of the woods, his bare feet hardly making a sound.  Trees darted past on either side, barely visible in hte dull moonlight, their branches lacerating his bare arms.  He didn't care,  He had to escape.

Thud.  Bark splintered and shot in every direction as the shaft of an arrow embeeded itself into a tree not inches from his head.  He dove and rolled, narrowly avoiding the deadly prjectiles.

Sweat streaked his body from head to toe, and his muscles ached from exertion.  The pounding of his heart dominated his hearing.  So loud, he thought.  They could track me on noise alone.  He didn't need to look back; he knew the hunters gained ground every minute.

If I don't take a stand, I'm as good as dead.  The thought flashed through his mind, and on instinct, he acted.  Diving headfirst into a largely thicketed area, he lay prone and steadied his breathing.  Slowly, ever so slowly, he crawled behind a massive oak and crouched, waiting.  It took but a few moments for him to pick out hte barely audible sound of padded feet on the forest floor.  His hunters drew near.

The hunters stopped abruptly at what appeared to have been the end of his trail.  No words passed between them as they began to systematically search the surrounding area.  The minutes seemed to slow as he waited, expecting discovery at any given moment.  He tensed as one of the hunters slowly walked around the great oak behind which he concealed himself.  The hunter faced away from him, but even in the faint light of the moon, the hunter's features were strikingly clear.

The creature's muscles rippled as he slowly turned towards the concealed man.  Garbed entirely in black, the hunter appeared all but invisible in the faint light.  As the creature continued to turn, the man nearly gasped.  The creature's face seemed bleached of all color; deathly pale.  A dull red glow resided where eyes should have been, seeming to pierce straight through him.

They sent Kalinar against me!  Questions raced through his head as he stared in utter horror at the demon standing before him.  At that moment, those eyes seemed to meet his, and a sense of dead swept over him.  Cautiously, he freed the long assassin's dagger at his belt from it's sheath.  Suddenly, the Kalinar's head snapped up, and with a final glance around, it strode off, leaving nothing but an eerie silence behind.

The man relaxed perceptibly, sighing in relief.  For the moment, it seemed, the hunt was over.  Quietly, he stood up and began to pick his way through the foliage at a slow jog towards the nearby city of Al'anar.  He knew the person he sought resided within its walls.  The beginnings of a sunrise filled the horizon as the lithe form of Talis N'fir vanished behind Al'Anar's outer wall.

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Run. Don't stop running, he told himself.  He hardly touched the ground as he sprinted through the dense cover of the woods, his bare feet hardly making a sound.  Trees darted past on either side, barely visible in hte dull moonlight, their branches lacerating his bare arms.  He didn't care,  He had to escape.

Thud.  Bark splintered and shot in every direction as the shaft of an arrow embeeded itself into a tree not inches from his head.  He dove and rolled, narrowly avoiding the deadly prjectiles.

Sweat streaked his body from head to toe, and his muscles ached from exertion.  The pounding of his heart dominated his hearing.  So loud, he thought.  They could track me on noise alone.  He didn't need to look back; he knew the hunters gained ground every minute.

If I don't take a stand, I'm as good as dead.  The thought flashed through his mind, and on instinct, he acted.  Diving headfirst into a largely thicketed area, he lay prone and steadied his breathing.  Slowly, ever so slowly, he crawled behind a massive oak and crouched, waiting.  It took but a few moments for him to pick out hte barely audible sound of padded feet on the forest floor.  His hunters drew near.

The hunters stopped abruptly at what appeared to have been the end of his trail.  No words passed between them as they began to systematically search the surrounding area.  The minutes seemed to slow as he waited, expecting discovery at any given moment.  He tensed as one of the hunters slowly walked around the great oak behind which he concealed himself.  The hunter faced away from him, but even in the faint light of the moon, the hunter's features were strikingly clear.

The creature's muscles rippled as he slowly turned towards the concealed man.  Garbed entirely in black, the hunter appeared all but invisible in the faint light.  As the creature continued to turn, the man nearly gasped.  The creature's face seemed bleached of all color; deathly pale.  A dull red glow resided where eyes should have been, seeming to pierce straight through him.

They sent Kalinar against me!  Questions raced through his head as he stared in utter horror at the demon standing before him.  At that moment, those eyes seemed to meet his, and a sense of dead swept over him.  Cautiously, he freed the long assassin's dagger at his belt from it's sheath.  Suddenly, the Kalinar's head snapped up, and with a final glance around, it strode off, leaving nothing but an eerie silence behind.

The man relaxed perceptibly, sighing in relief.  For the moment, it seemed, the hunt was over.  Quietly, he stood up and began to pick his way through the foliage at a slow jog towards the nearby city of Al'anar.  He knew the person he sought resided within its walls.  The beginnings of a sunrise filled the horizon as the lithe form of Talis N'fir vanished behind Al'Anar's outer wall.