Desreal: Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action.

Once Rook was gone Choke began to wander as he always had. The wraith lingered nearby but not near enough to be discovered outright. The blind horse could only sense another animal by the uncanny stir of grass against his legs. Perhaps a horse?

“Wolf?” He asked but somehow he already knew that it wasn’t Rook. The unease of knowing that it wasn’t Rook drew out the grimness of his gaunt, protruding features. He grimaced terribly and his green eyes fell. Nyota was not near him, this he knew, because somewhere along the way she went the opposite way in Desreal and had yet to return. His hope sank then, and he shifted uncomfortably underneath the glittering frost of the Wraith’s tangible stare.

Water bled through his coat and rippled like black oil when the chilly wind breathed down his back which caused him to shiver. Some of it dripped steadily from the unkempt strands of curling wet hair that hung sopping off his shoulder but the rest remained like a second skin. It was mirror-still now, the face of the world looking into the glossy surface of his body and moving whenever the wind did, he was almost metallic in this strange light, but he didn’t care – he couldn’t see it.

“Tell me why you are here-“ Choke paused, looked around, then stepped forward curiously. He was no where near Severus and the Wraith’s presence gave Choke a heavy sense of foreboding to stop him from going any further than where he was now. “Is there something I can do for you?” He said finally when he scented another horse but was at a loss of recognizing who it was – he had never met Severus before.

And perhaps…

Perhaps that was a good thing.

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