Haunted Wood Sailin, Sailin The Winds

No matter where he was in his life, the dream returned with even more horrible flourish than what he had the time prior. The reoccurance of the same nightmare, a mold of his fears rampaging in a fluid movie to kill his hope even further. To smother his quest for redemption. The film started from the beginning, leaving Cry as a pup, staring up in wonder at the dark faces about him. Family, surrounded by his aunt, his mother, his uncles, and siblings...all of them staring down at him with identical faces of nothingness. They cared nothing for him, only what he could be. What he could do for them. And just as he opened the tiny jowls of his to ask why they were staring down at him so emptily, they all moved closer and closer together, smashing into one another as space ran out. The inky tar of their colors scalding into a bubbling cesspool of which the tiny pup could only fear, and just as he turned to flee, that cesspool reared forward a massive claw. Turning to see what prepared to snatch him, the same horror filled him as it did every time at this scene, as he watched the mountainous face of his uncle Slade sppear on the mess of darkness. He was enormous, the ebony Nightmare King scaling high enough to nearly contest the bears he fought. And when he met the gaze of the pack's Alpha, those hellish orange irises held him captive while he morphed into the bear, the exact bear which rose to scar the boys back, again, and again. Thick claws had only just smacked across his back when the force of impact woke him from the dreadful dream, and his gasp nearly shook the wolf to his feet. The exhale brought him back to reality, and he wobbled up, drained from fighting off a bear that he never had a chance against in the first place, nor touched, period. With the strange need to feel some speck of comfort, he went to find Kai, and ensure her wellness.

Due to her own desire to remain some semblance of near to him, he didn't have to travel far to where she had made her temporary den space in their trek to Shadewood. In fact, it was only next to the brush of trees on that side of the path. A stretch weaved it's way into his trek, and after finishing the tauntness in his spine, he peered behind the sect of trees the stocky youth called her own.
But she was not there.

Immediately, his body went into a rigid grain, silence blew through his form like that of a snow's first fall. 'Did they find her?' his thoughts ran rampant. The Nightmares could have sought him out and kidnapped her. But as he went to search the area, no signs of struggle could be seen. Her spot was still mildly warm, and she couldn't have been gone for more than an hour. That means she had gotten up and left on her own, and he had atleast 2 to 3 days to find her. Or-
He could let her come back on her own. Maybe she wanted space? Maybe this was her way of telling him he was smothering her? He racked his brain for an explaination to this disappearance. His body urged him to lock onto her trail and follow her, but he didn't want to make her feel even more constricted. Was he too hard on her?

Cry could deduct how long and how much pressure to apply to someone's throat before they collapsed, he could kidnap and murder children, and he could assassinate rival kings, but he couldn't fathom why Kai had left him. Perhaps this wasn't  the life she wanted? Or maybe she had gone out to explore, and gotten herself in trouble.

The last thought forced the wintry deathness from his stuck limbs, and like that of a phantom, the dark prince was gone. A shadow through the trees, he ran, leapt, and flew over the ground, nares sticking to the scent he held of the brine-perfumed girl. He had to atleast reassure himself that she was alright...or else he didn't know what he would do. Through the entrance of Haunted Woods he made himself fleet, and he continued this journey, following as closely to the trail as he possibly could.