Arc 720, 2nd of Ashan
Darius stepped carefully through the thicket of trees. It was dark enough despite no longer being Cylus, and the shadows that each trunk only served to make the poor visibility even worse. It also felt much colder there, with snow crunching beneath his feet.
His movements were slow. He did not do so to avoid startling any of the wildlife, but simply because he couldn't see clearly enough to feel confident that he wasn't about to plunge headfirst into a bush full of thorns. The bearded human enjoyed nature, but Moseke, in all her glory, could be a cruel mistress at times.
A slight misstep and a snapped twig caused a fluttering of feathered wings as a small flock of birds that had been resting somewhere above Darius took flight. His dark grey eyes looked skyward to see them, but he only briefly saw a few dark shapes moving away.
Leather gloves gripped nearby branches to aid his balance as he stepped through, until he found himself in a small clearing. The gap in the canopy enabled just enough twilight to filter through to convince him that he'd found what he was looking for. Stepping into the small space, he reached behind his back and pulled out a small hatchet that had been tucked into his belt.
He stepped over to the log and began to chop at it. The few birds that had earlier been brave enough to remain behind were soon making their own escape as the metal bit into the fallen wood, the crunching sound echoing through the thicket as Darius got to work.
His movements were slow. He did not do so to avoid startling any of the wildlife, but simply because he couldn't see clearly enough to feel confident that he wasn't about to plunge headfirst into a bush full of thorns. The bearded human enjoyed nature, but Moseke, in all her glory, could be a cruel mistress at times.
A slight misstep and a snapped twig caused a fluttering of feathered wings as a small flock of birds that had been resting somewhere above Darius took flight. His dark grey eyes looked skyward to see them, but he only briefly saw a few dark shapes moving away.
Leather gloves gripped nearby branches to aid his balance as he stepped through, until he found himself in a small clearing. The gap in the canopy enabled just enough twilight to filter through to convince him that he'd found what he was looking for. Stepping into the small space, he reached behind his back and pulled out a small hatchet that had been tucked into his belt.
He stepped over to the log and began to chop at it. The few birds that had earlier been brave enough to remain behind were soon making their own escape as the metal bit into the fallen wood, the crunching sound echoing through the thicket as Darius got to work.