there are many paths to tread
A full moon was rising, a silent wraith overhead: just as it was cresting the horizon somewhere to the east, the sun slipped beneath the peaks to the west as if in hiding. Somewhere in the distance a wolf howl rang out, its sad and hungry peal echoing through the twilight sky. Something stirred inside of the pale man’s chest, his heart stuttering against its skeletal prison.
There will be hunting tonight.
He had not been here to witness their murders, nor to walk alongside their god; he had not even been here to witness the raging wildfires that had left the younger trees at the forest edge burned and blackened shells. It seemed he had missed all the interesting events, the first to happen since his arrival into Novus.
But he was here now. And as he slipped amongst the trees he became more and more aware of the change in energy surrounding the forest. No longer was it the bright and happy greenwood he had known from before; there was a darkness that clung to it now, a foreboding sense that was nigh impossible to shake. It was as if the forest was hiding some deep and dangerous secret; as if around any turn, he might come face to face with something sinister. A cold wind kicked up, sending his ivory curls into a frenzy of motion.
Winter was clawing at their doorstep — it was only a matter of time before it broke through and ate them all.
The tree branches creaked overhead, the stray breeze stirring them into motion. He passed underneath on silent feet, a ghost weaving through the forest. His eyes bright fever-bright, hungry as the wolf’s howl, searching the darkening forest all around him. He was on the hunt tonight, for clues, for information — for anything he could sink his teeth into.
Toulouse would need to be careful to not turn from the hunter into the hunted tonight.
open to any! ♡
