~Forest Tajmaé; Nymph Terrain Far East Of Keep Skies~
Forest Tajmaé was still in the silence of the night. The wind was sparse but chilling and the sounds of the night life was nothing but a distant echo, muted by the hum of magic and something darker, something more sinister.
Verothrax hated the silence. Especially when it was so deep, he could feel it in his bones. Curling within him like it would suck the life right out of him at any moment. And perhaps it would.
Silence was all he had known for such a long time. For centuries…and not a few of them.
Now, as he lay bound to the cold stone altar, he knew the silence once more. The nymph elders of the three clans surrounded him. He wished they would say a word, chant even. Anything but the damning silence…
They hadn't let anyone into the High Lady's place with him. Except Dante, but he had opted to wait with his rider.
It was better. He was used to being alone.
