Neverwinter Forest night of the hunter

For @Harlyn ! :3 Also, weird post is weird. xD

The afternoon was partially cloudy, the sunlight obscured for brief moments of time before the clouds passed and it would break through to shine once more. Though, this too remained brief. The Gladiator had been traveling for days venturing South, having finally convinced himself that Quetzalcoatl would not change her mind and come back for him. Of course she wouldn't. She was the Queen of the Amazon's — a tribe of women who did not need men but for selective purposes. For her to return to him (even if she wished too) ...well it would be against everything that made her an Amazon. Granting him his freedom had likely been thought of as a gift, a rarity in and of itself for the legendary Five, the Gladiator that had bested them all for not only the favor of the Queen but the favor of other women as well. The queue had seemed to be never ending; yet it was a gift that he did not want and found himself unable to return. With immeasurable amounts of frustration on his part. He'd been a slave for more than majority of his life, having only known the life of the world outside of the arena and Coatl's Rise for a very brief handful of months after his birth. What was he supposed to do with it? Aside from carry out Quetzalcoatl's command? Watch over their son — a son that did not even remember her or his true culture. How? For the first time in a long time, Five allowed eyes of moss green to glimpse heavenward, wondering if the Gods were really up there? If they were they had been silent for such a long time. Five did not want to become another complication in Tezcacoatl's life, so he ventured south, away from he lands that they boy frequented.

Five could not disobey his Domina, but neither could he fully carry out her desire in the manner she had no doubt meant. It was similar to how he could be free, but also not free. For too long he'd been a slave, his only shot at glory being in the moments of life and death during the Primus Games. He felt lost.

Pushing his way towards the heart of Neverwinter Forest, Five's place slowed as he mulled over his options — not for the first time. He'd passed numerous packs on his course to head further south, though he had not sought a single out, not even to see if there was any potential. He felt like a caged panther, unable to settle down but knowing that senseless pacing was not doing him any sort of favors. For now, the Gladiator decided, he would stay here and slowly coax himself into making a decision in regards to a pack; yet his denial that he no longer held a place more corporeal than legend in Coatl's Rise made it hard for him to come to any sort of useful decision.