Lost Creek Hollow Please don't make any sudden moves

It could be said that the ashen youth was growing fast - but he was already large, with a muscular build and looking as deadly as ever with a sharpened gaze of ice. He had grown up much younger than he perhaps should have, but there was nobody to be blamed, for his personality may be dark but as his father had said... Every Svartell man had some kind of fault. Some kind of darkness. His just happened to be a little more extreme.

It was during one of his spurts of boredom that he departed from the confines of the Bypass and strolled nonchalantly through the nearby land. He was not a scout, the land itself held no great importance to him, but he was in search of something to catch his interest. Be it another poor victim for him to taunt or another dark soul for him to test, Aries was a boy on a simple expedition to find something. 

So perhaps that was why the Reaper stalked the darkness now, iced orbs scanning each shadow that flickered and blinked from behind each tree that loomed around his svelte figure. He had caught a scent, and of course he could not deny his curiousity the chance to seek out a potential sacrifice to feed his sickly desires. An owl's piercing screech caused the young man to halt in his steps, head raising to peer upward at the canopy of leaves before engulfing himself deeper into the darkness, seeking out the owner of the scent.