As Lassim dangled helplessly from the tree for nearly three hours now, the shadowy pursuers emerged from the gloom, revealing themselves at last.
Lassim's body trembled slightly at their appearances.
They were a haunting vision of beauty and yet filled with menace. They were ethereal beings with pale reflective skin with elongated, pointed ears that arced dramatically past their heads, like the fletching of an arrow aimed skyward.
The moonlight played across their pallid skin, highlighting the labyrinthine, inky markings that adorned their visages, resembling the delicate, intertwined roots of an ancient tree. Their cheek bones slightly protruded outwards sharply, giving an elegant beauty to them, but also making their faces more intimidating.
Their eyes gleamed with a spectral light, devoid of warmth yet full of an enigmatic intelligence.
Please check the comment section for an image of these wildlings. I'll give them a tribe name that Lassim will eventually learn, but it's not happening this chapter at least. He's still confused and unable to know what they're saying just yet.