[I like it, Ironstark. Haven't seen Shauni lately, though.
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Anarkia Shadeclaw skillfully descended from the white buildings, landing on a tarp, then making a front flip onto the sand. Stumbling, and almost vomiting, she made her way to Brado's. Perhaps he could help her. . . . She leaned against the counter, speaking with her old boss. He did not seem too happy with what she had been doing recently, and became more inclined to talk with a nearby Clamod menki.
"Oh well." The fenki rubbed the furry arrow on her head as she left. After she had exited the quiet tavern, a revolting smell wafted passed her snout. Sweaty, stinky, very unpleasant. She spun on her hindpaws and saw a rat; no, it was a trepor; no, it was a tefusang; no, it was a marfusang. A great, ugly marfusang. And an ulbernaut. 'AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,' she thought, her mouth unmoving. 'AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. AAAAAAHHH! AAAH! AAAAAAHHHHH!' Both creatures had come out of nowhere, between Trasok's and the gate to the Ojaveda road.
Immediately she began running for the blacksmith, but then two other monsters appeared, though she was not sure what they were in the confusion. Two fighters pounced on them. Anarkia noticed a consumer in the distance. "I have to get out of here," she muttered to herself, not wanting to risk anything. Then someone said something . . . congratulated their son. Who knows, it was not important.
Rotating around, she saw that the marfusang and ulbernaut had run off to somewhere, or had been killed. Which ever it was of the two, she did not bother to find out, and took her chance. She sprinted toward the gate, went through, got out, and saw a few people going about their daily business. "Get out! Run!" Most heard her, luckily, as she zipped by on the road.
The farther the fenki got, the darker it became. This caught her attention, but in panic, she continued. Something compelled her to reach Hydlaa, as it was where she lived. It was where her friends were. Passing a black lake, she almost tripped over a sleeping figure as it awoke, but Anarkia did not pay much heed to that now. She could say sorry later, though she was not sure who it was, or if they even realized she had almost squashed them. Anyway, the path was almost invisible. The dark fog blocked all view. Now she was travelling by senses, by smell.
'Eclipse.' The word hit her brain hard, and she knew what was happening. 'I thought . . . Oh no.' Suddenly a sick agony shot through Anarkia's body, and she collapsed, spilling bile at the same moment. Rolling over, looking into the hopeless sky, she began to cry. Not really because of what was happening, the Eclipse, but her personal troubles. Why did she do such things? And then she drifted into unconsciousness. . . .
