Foreth saw the little dot approach, a spot of alarming red amidst the sea of white. He watched as it drew closer, as if it was being chased by an invisible beast only seen by this fleeing entity. He felt a sense of foreboding dwell in the pit of his stomach, keeping his senses on edge. Fear did not sink its claws just yet... but he certainly did not want to let his guard down. He had not seen anything for miles on end in this desert except the Whale.

Quickly the red spot became larger until he recognized the form of a man among the blur. Foreth guessed that it would only take a minute more before the stranger caught up to where he was.

Only after Foreth was able to get a clearer look did he feel fear finally catch up to him.

The red was blood.

Foreth was about to call out to him to see if the man needed some aid but stopped mid-sentence... He had been able to catch one more important detail of the stranger’s unusual clothes. A black mask clearly hid the man’s upper half of his face, making it hard to see what sort of face this man held beneath the obscuring object.

He was a Loss.

The ones that fashioned their own armor by hiding away their true selves behind a mask.

The same kind that had pushed him off the edge of the cliff as the long sword gutted into his chest slipped out of him with a sickening lurch.

Them.

Unable to speak, Foreth only watched with a numb silence - in spite of the inexpressible amount of emotions that flooded his very being - as the man ran past him. With one quick glance - a look that was filled with dreaded fear - he was gone, leaving blood foot tracks behind. Forth looked down and saw that the sand had greedily sucked away the blood on its surface, clearing any trace of color as if it were wiping away a mistake.

Anger rose inside of him, fresh and surging like the rush of adrenaline through his veins. It refused to leave him, enticing him to follow the bloodied Loss.

No. I’m not going after him. Foreth thought at first and then cursed himself. Of course he should follow the man. This was the first time he had seen a Loss, let alone a live one. It were as if these men and women were ghosts, yet here he was able to find one living and breathing and he was letting that chance go because he didn’t want to face what was to come.