[open] i've been running from something, any

[rembrandt]

Rembrandt

How many miles back had he lost the sun?
He is certain that it had been there and then what?
He had blinked and the earth had shuddered. Or had he imagined that?

It had taken him years to find his way back to Beqanna and it is such a dark place that greets him. There is an itching sensation of regret that nags at the base of his skull as he wanders toward the river (or what he remembers of the river). The shadows press in around him, reaching and writhing, (breathing?). 

He could shed his skin, become something other. He could shake on his armor, but he has never found a use for it. It has never fit him the way he wanted it to. And he does not yet know that there are things here that he should be frightened of. 

He finds the river, though it is quite by accident with no light to guide him. He has been gone from Beqanna longer than he spent here, he thinks, though there must be something of your birthplace ingrained in your DNA. Because, though he cannot see the water as it snakes past, he can remember still exactly the way it carves its way across the earth.

He peers into the darkness then and spots a lone figure on the opposite bank across a narrow spot in the river. “How long has the sun been gone?” he calls without greeting. 

FALLING FEELS LIKE FLYING UNTIL YOU HIT THE GROUND

@[The Monsters] please mess with his rhino shifting!!