Grouse Thicket You'll never know what hit you

Hadraniel was never one to complain about hard work, in fact he enjoyed it. It distracted him, gave him a purpose and that's all he craved in life - a purpose. What his destiny in life was remained unknown to him and he imagined it would remain that way for some time, but he didn't see the harm in going out and searching for it. After all, without a purpose what was the point in living?

So the male struck out in search of his fate, naively believing that he would eventually find it. But what he found instead drew his attention away from his task and towards a stranger who weaved herself gracefully though the thicket with what seemed to be familiar ease. He watched from a distance, acidic eyes glued to her features, and silently wondered if she would notice him.