Living bait | Realmwar Level 3.1 by Tactice, literature
Literature
Living bait | Realmwar Level 3.1
The smell of blood was tainting his nostrils, and it was, unfortunately, fresh.
Every day that passed, the sky seemed to get more grim. More grey. More full of death. The orange glow coming from the burning trees created a stark contrast to the ashen ground and grey sky.
As much as he disliked it, it matched perfectly with his bi-color horns and hooves. They too were a desaturated white, and a flaming red orange.
His mind had been dulled from the lack of sleep. He had taken a few naps, but he had a lot of damage that he would need to catch up on after the war. If he made it, that was.
Aether had sent him on his way with a message to keep