Ravensblood Forest Dancing Days

The large grey form moved through the trees. If it were a river, the water would be parted by him, instead of him working with the flow. In this instance, the forest stayed where it was, but his presence dominated the area. Fury was used to onlookers watching him from far off, hesitant to approach.

He stuck to a straight line, and the trees thinned in front of his path. The air was still humid here, though it was wintertime. Where he had come from, it was mostly winter and no tropical areas existed. Thus, his hazel eyes scanned the area as he walked, curiosity pricking at the edge of boredom.