Geralt silently sucked in a very deep breath and let it out as a long and obvious sigh. He scrubbed at his eye with the butt of his palm. They always felt hot lately, even though he was getting sleep. But the nightmares made it restless, dreams of Ciri, dead. Laying beneath Caranthir. Laying beneath Eredin. Dreams of Ciri, captured. Dragged back to Tir na Lia for experimentation or slavery or worse.
"There's a fiend in the woods. This corruption, whatever it is, is affecting it. It was usually content to leave everything well enough alone and kept a wide berth, but tonight it destroyed my camp. And it wasn't aiming for the pots and pans."
It had looked grotesque too, in the moments Geralt had caught it in the dark with his cat-eyes. Fiends were usually majestic creatures, and Geralt had never liked to have to kill one. This one was off.
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Date: 2017-10-28 05:26 pm (UTC)"There's a fiend in the woods. This corruption, whatever it is, is affecting it. It was usually content to leave everything well enough alone and kept a wide berth, but tonight it destroyed my camp. And it wasn't aiming for the pots and pans."
It had looked grotesque too, in the moments Geralt had caught it in the dark with his cat-eyes. Fiends were usually majestic creatures, and Geralt had never liked to have to kill one. This one was off.