After the little "incident" with Warbone, Trick had made up his mind. He would not let the lack of herbs stop him anymore from healing as fast as possible. The Keep had lots of them, even poisons and all, but today he had his mind set upon finding something outside his "home". And so, as the sun started kissing the horizon and painted the sky a bright pink, faint hints of orange even, he left the place where they all slept together. He was an early bird when it came to this. When he had his mind set upon something, he would do it as fast as possible.

He left the woods that were well hidden by the arms of the weeping willows, that endlessly rocked from side to side in the wind. He wasn't fond of the place where he lived, yet he had come to respect the willows. When the sun had almost rid herself of the earth that she used as a blanket every morning, he was on his way to the mountains. He was careful, extremely so, for he was terrified of the height. If he, with his agile, small body would fall, it would mean death. But he managed to get to the top from where he could see a forest. that's where he would go.

He made his way down again, cursing at himself because he hadn't just walked around the mountains, trembling here and there but not falling just yet. As soon as he entered the woods, he felt alive again. Yes, this was much better than both The Keep and the mountains. He put his nose to the ground and started sniffing for herbs, not knowing there was another presence near.

The sweet scent of celandine mixed with catnip filled his nose, leaving him to sigh. That was a good sign. There was also the scent of tree sap, which confused him at first. But as soon as he almost walked into a tree, he could see the red liquid run down. He looked at the liquid, watched it drip down like blood out of a wound. What it was good for, he didn't know, but he would definitely remember it. He found the scent especially enchanting, for it smelt so unique, so forest like. It was as if he were swimming in it, so strong was the scent to him. 

But his peace was disturbed. Not only by the smell of another of his kind -one that smelled an awful lot like another pack wolf- , but also by a voice. It sounded almost like a whisper, so far he was from the source of the sound. His emerald orbs looked around, almost lighting up with curiosity. Who was so well-spoken? So one with nature itself? He found himself ignoring the scent of celandine, catnip and the faint smell of chickweed now too, and made his way through the forest gracefully, full of himself.

Why do thou call out to the wind? Why do thou call out to me? He replied, voice as sweet as sugar, as honey, as flowery as a rose field. He could not yet see the creature, but he kept moving, like a shadow.

He made his way through the bleeding trees, leaves crisping beneath his paws like woodpeckers, the wind around him getting colder and colder. Whoever he was speaking to, had found a good place to hide. The reason he was here left his mind, flew up into one of the bleeding trees, and waited there until Trick would come to his senses. He was chasing a voice, a voice that spoke like him, was like him. Had he found death? 

Lest I come to thee in the forest whither the trees drip of blood, whither the wind is cold and fierce, to lay mine eyes upon thee. He spoke. The voice sounded like a lady. Wow, female and intelligent? Kunkun could learn from that. Mine fair mistress, wherefore art thou? He called out, feeling more lost the longer he wandered.

His nose however, wasn't as lost as him, for it found the lady at last. He stood before her, a pretty comfortable distance away, and there he stayed. She was a mortal, and here he thought he was chasing a ghost. Then why was he interested in her?

I has't hath found thee... He purred, his green eyes inspecting her from top to bottom.

She was a true sight to behold, he had to give her that. More build like Kunkun, yet slightly move female than Nova -also a little younger, but age didn't matter to him except when it came to respect-. The vibe he got from her was mostly mischievous, yet it was so interesting. Who knew someone, a woman even, could speak the language he had been learned to speak? He had chosen to learn it, had she too? Or was she a master of impersonating? Whatever it was, it kept him locked in place, speechless as she krept closer.

He didn't flinch, didn't look away as she did so. This was no show of dominance, this was pure magic where their wolf bodies didn't matter. bright forest green met shimmering cyan, and he was enchanted. His heart was racing, there, in the forest where the light surrounded them enough to see the dust speckles fly around, making the most beautiful of patterns in the sky. And I thee, where the words that she spoke, her voice as beautiful and sweet as a flower in spring itself. Even mother nature couldn't compete with her.

What art thee doing hither, mine fair maid? He managed to ask, his mind drugged. Thine beauty is beyond compare... He whispered after. Oh, how he wished he could get out of this trance she was putting him in.

There was no way he was falling for someone, that the trickster would become the one being tricked. As long as they didn't touch, didn't sin together, he would be in control. Or so he believed. He had met many, many even like her, yet she was playing her part damn well. But two could play this game of lust. Her poison touched his cheek ever so faintly and it stung, her toxic purr penetrating his mind more than any poison he was ever exposed to -which was a lot-. He would not fall, he would not.

Her syrupy voice, sweetened by the ease of which she moved, it was too much, her compliments too honeyed. For a moment, he thought she was lying. But why would she? He purred, blinking his glittering eyes, watching her in all her glory. This woman was pure poison, but so was he. As she turned, showing off her nice features even from behind, he smirked. He didn't trust her, didn't trust anyone, yet still he followed.

He felt his bum touch the moist forest floor, sitting with her by what he called; a creature that was not fast enough to flee. All those dead were such creatures. She asked his name, and that was information he could give without spilling too much. Thou mayest refer to me as Trick. He hummed, his eyes fixated on her body.

Andromeda, another none specific name. He assumed this was her name given on birth, for it sounded so foreign. He nodded, not knowing what he was still doing here. From far, the thought of herbs noticed how he was feeling and it flew back to him. He still needed them! Can thee holp me findeth plants? Herbs?

He snickered when she said that. Yes, he was like a trickster. It wasn't for nothing he took on the name when he got bullied with it. He embraced it, for it was who he was. A liar, devious, a being no one should trust. Forsooth. He hummed back to her. He smirked, one that almost showed his true nature, but it was so vague that anyone had yet to think anything of it. 

It disappeared when she asked what she would get in return though. Aah, so she was still made of greed. She was not from his homelands, now he saw. She was like the others, all only looking out for themselves. Her tongue might twitch in such a way that she could speak like him, but she had yet to learn about debt. Sometimes, you just had to help someone to make them do something for you in the future. That was the sole reason why he had helped Warbone with his wounds. It was not about gaining.

Right, I fear our song is ov'r. He sighed as she moved away from him. Her poison maybe was as strong as that of the most deadly snake, but the antidote wasn't hard to find. He welcomed his sanity back, glad it hadn't strolled too far. He closed his emerald orbs, turning off the lights in the lively forest of green he carried with himself in his eyes, always. He stood now, strong and firm, agile yet manly. 

May the road rise up to meet thou, may the wind be ever at thine back. May the sun shine warm upon thine visage and the rain fall softly on thine fields. He quoted, turning to leave and find the thing he had been looking for in the first place. Celandine and Catnip!