Neverwinter Forest nobody learns no nothing from no history

er, warning for language. haha. unexpected for me but hey, whatevskies.

An ashen paw struck the spongy, dew-laden ground, which caved willingly to its weight. Mist and fog danced and hung seductively around all manner of trees while eyes of similar colorless hue surveyed the expanse, nose imperceptibly testing the windlessness that surrounded him. They were here. He knew it. He felt it in his bones, sure as he knew they were sinful. A true Feralheart did not shirk their duty, no matter how distasteful. A wry grin crossed his face for the merest of moments before melting back into the mists as he took another step into the woods.

He would find them. And he would drag them home. And he would enjoy extolling all the ways in which they had failed as children of the great Salene. And he would tell his dear sister, that pallid creature who received all of their mother's affection and trust purely for her possession of what he assumed was a sterling-grade cunt (regardless of the fact that she had never shown any real interest or aptitude for the task of leadership, this latest stunt the crowning proof of the fact) that it was her Feralheart duty to wed the man her mother had chosen for her. And he would do his utmost not to smile with pleasure when he said it.

He was here with purpose. On a mission. Were he not, he might have noticed the unsettling beauty of this place. Were he not a man of duty, dignity and destiny, he might have even considered staying and making this place his home. But Eirikr Aurelius was none of these things. And instead, he thought also, as he stalked, slinking silently between the trees, of his brother Antares. The fool who stole off into the night with their sister without a word of goodbye or any good reason for leaving. Silver eyes narrowed. He knew his brother's excuse without having to ask it. And it was as whiny and cumbersome as ever. Mommy doesn't love me. He scoffed. He'd heard it all before and wasn't interested.

The sun had not yet risen, and wouldn't for a few hours yet. The Feralheart continued his trek through the wilderness, knowing he was, at least, near his siblings, and already plotting his approach to dragging them home. But in the meantime, he found himself hungry, a devilish glint lighting in his usually deadened eyes, ivory teeth flashing in a terrible grin as he searched for prey. Of what sort, he had not yet decided.