The Magical Herd

Even though the blood-drinker had long since passed by, you did not move from your hiding place. The darkness was absolute, the silence stiffling, at times you dared not breath for fear of waking something that should be left sleeping.

Your silent vigil served you well for Sharnak was not the only dark one to wander this Realm. Marek was another that struck fear deep into the hearts of those whose are unfortunate enough to meet him. And his claws had ripped apart many a victim who was not respectful enough to his liking during the aforementioned meeting.

He paused where you lay and you willed your heart to stop beating. You could not believe that he couldn't hear it, he must. And sure enough, he does seem to center his attention on where you lay hidden. For long moments he gazes into the shadows, he cannot see you, but he does sense your presence there. But he does nothing, and after minutes that felt like centuries you were beginning to wish he'd just get it over and done with.

Then with a smirk, the turns to leave. You'd shown your respect and he'd found it enough to his liking to let you live, for now.