Forgive, O Lord,
my little jokes on thee...
The forest was lush, thick, and it was almost unbearably humid. The heat was easily in the 30's, and there was a lot of moisture in the air. Meaning the atmosphere was almost oppressive. Not that that would stop him. Not right now. He was on a mission, and he knew time was precious and limited. He didn't even know if he was too late already, but he had to keep going. He sighed to himself, as he pushed away a large leaf, and shook his head, his short red hair throwing droplets of water around. He then looked at the black and green jacket he'd thrown on to try and help him camouflage his otherwise noticeable red and while clothing, and saw that it was really starting to be waterlogged.
'...dampness really isn't my ally...' he thought. 'But damn it, I can't let this opportunity slide.' he added.
Earlier he had had a meeting with some others that had revealed that some people possibly connected with an individual he had a vendetta against had been seen around this area, headed deeper in, and he was going to seize that opportunity. He left immediately, and knew he would probably be in trouble for it later, but at the moment, he did not care. At all.
'I will find them. And MAKE them talk.' he finished, his already-solid determination becoming even more unwavering.
"I'm coming, Lindsay." he whispered to himself.
Meanwhile, in another part of that forest, a pair of individuals were making their own way through the forest, and had stepped into a minor clearing. One of them appeared to be elven, with noticeable pointed ears, but his skin was... unlike any elf anyone would have seen. It looked almost...grey. Ashen. His hair was a dirty silver, which matched the tee-shirt he wore under his black vest. He sighed heavily as he brushed some of the water off of his shoulders, and looked back at his companion.
"So." he muttered. "This seems to be the area" he commented. Unlike himself, who looked to be in his 30's, SHE looked to be in her mid-teens. She had long, gorgeous red hair... though it was clearly on the unkempt side, but two things stood out about her; the fact that she was wearing a blindfold, and how the right half of her body seemed to just be black. She, herself, seemed to be caucasian, but the right side of her face and her right hand (the only skin that was visible on her, currently), looked to have some weird blackness on it, that looked like it wanted to spread out to the rest of her body.
"I really don't like this miserable atmosphere, but we were sent here for a reason." he went on.
"Regardless, tell me what you see." he told her, in an extremely odd statement, given the blindfold she was wearing.
'...dampness really isn't my ally...' he thought. 'But damn it, I can't let this opportunity slide.' he added.
Earlier he had had a meeting with some others that had revealed that some people possibly connected with an individual he had a vendetta against had been seen around this area, headed deeper in, and he was going to seize that opportunity. He left immediately, and knew he would probably be in trouble for it later, but at the moment, he did not care. At all.
'I will find them. And MAKE them talk.' he finished, his already-solid determination becoming even more unwavering.
"I'm coming, Lindsay." he whispered to himself.
Meanwhile, in another part of that forest, a pair of individuals were making their own way through the forest, and had stepped into a minor clearing. One of them appeared to be elven, with noticeable pointed ears, but his skin was... unlike any elf anyone would have seen. It looked almost...grey. Ashen. His hair was a dirty silver, which matched the tee-shirt he wore under his black vest. He sighed heavily as he brushed some of the water off of his shoulders, and looked back at his companion.
"So." he muttered. "This seems to be the area" he commented. Unlike himself, who looked to be in his 30's, SHE looked to be in her mid-teens. She had long, gorgeous red hair... though it was clearly on the unkempt side, but two things stood out about her; the fact that she was wearing a blindfold, and how the right half of her body seemed to just be black. She, herself, seemed to be caucasian, but the right side of her face and her right hand (the only skin that was visible on her, currently), looked to have some weird blackness on it, that looked like it wanted to spread out to the rest of her body.
"I really don't like this miserable atmosphere, but we were sent here for a reason." he went on.
"Regardless, tell me what you see." he told her, in an extremely odd statement, given the blindfold she was wearing.
...and I'll forgive thy
great big one on me.
great big one on me.