Aiuecthurad

No more than a rumor, no more than an afterthought... She watches with burning curiosity in too numerous eyes. Her quiet steps lost and disregarded by the good folk of Satyrine. Maybe she's not even real, maybe she's just an old and buried fear in the back of the mind... but then buried fears are real things, aren't they? And that means she's real, doesn't it? Regardless, some people think they're being watched and that there is something hunting from alley to alley, street to street... And maybe they're right... Maybe they're wrong... but a feeling is something... and something is real.