Mistforms

 Eyrim sat on a large chunk of Granite which sat in the center of their campsite.  He scanned the shadows with a watchful eye, their journey had been hindered by many things, and not one uneventful night had passed since they entered the mountains.  The woods were still and silent.  Even the soft snores and heavy breathing of his companions was silent for a moment, no crickets chirped, no insects buzzed, nothing.  Anywhere else and he would be alerted by the lack of forest sounds, but not here.  Nothing here was out at night if it didn't have to be, nothing natural.
 Brond rolled over, grumbling about something.  Eyrim thought it quite funny he talked in his sleep, 'someday I might learn something interesting from him,' he thought with an evil grin.  Next to Brond was Afkin, who looked nearly dead, Eyrim could barely discern his chest rising and falling.  Next to him were Darren and Zarealle, who could barely ever be seen without one another, like Father and daughter, 'someday Darren is going to have to stop protecting her'.  And on the end furthest from him was Thoq and Azaliea, who looked so innocent while she slept.  He couldn't help thinking, 'she's beautiful,' Eyrim sat and smiled at her for a moment, then he lowered his eyebrows pondering, 'Did I just say that out loud?
 If the Guardian Darkness himself were sitting next to Eyrim, he wouldn't have had a clue.  He realized his love for her was becoming dangerous, He couldn't let it get in the way of what they must do.  He looked up from his fellow travelers and resumed scanning the forest.  The trees were about twenty paces apart and all uniformly vertical, with all of their pine needles ten feet up or so it left what looked like a ceiling held up by sparse trunks five feet across at times.  There was rarely a patch of moonlight bigger than a pace across and there was only an occasional bush or shrub.  He could probably see for a mile before his vision was cut off by tree trunks.  He turned around and checked the forest that lay behind him, it seemed uniform in all directions.  He was thinking about the eerie silence when it struck him that the cool breezes weren't present, 'a calm before a storm?  Perhaps.
 Just then, as if his mind was being read a rustling of pine needles was heard off in the distance.  He turned around and saw, to his surprise, a cloud sweeping across the forest  toward him.  Fog was subtle and slow, this cloud was moving faster than he could run.  'Strange,' he thought, 'There wasn't a cloud in the sky a minute ago.'  The low lying cloud would impair his vision, but he wasn't worried.  If he could have seen for a mile before, he could've heard for two, and the soft breeze didn't change that too much. 
 He watched the mist come ever closer, saw the edge move quickly across the ground.  And strained to see into it, watching what it covered, tree trunk, tree trunk, low bush, tree trunk, and as the wave passed a tree Eyrim saw, just before he lost sight of the tree, a leg step out from behind it.  That leg would be burned into Eyrim's mind forever, and he knew all too well what it's body would look like.  He had fought a Roschnaak once before, the thought of doing it again was not one he relished.  He nudged Brond with his foot, disrupting the slow rhythmic snores that had recently started.