Ravensblood Forest the cheerlessness of this grove

@Shadow
Edit: Oh man, your name did just not wanna tag, lmfao.

The nightfall had met him well, and his traveling came with a surprise. Kaworu was close now to his destination, the salt scent in the air sharp on his nose as he inhaled. Allowing the breeze to lead his movement he knew beyond these trees, it would not be too far now. Against the stark dark of Ravensblood he seemed to glow with what little moonlight caught the shimmer of his once well-groomed pelt. Before he had been perfectly brushed and straightened in the lap of his God, now his pelt carried treasures from the wild, a small brush of stray twigs and leaves clinging to the feathered fur beneath his stomach.

Despite the cling of nature dragging on his coat, it was habit that caused Kaworu to step so carefully among the trees. Every rogue sound set off in the forest served as a reminder, he was an outsider to this world. But such thoughts did not bother him, instead fueled by clearing the dark expanse of trees quickly and to leave them forgotten. A new wonder awaited him just beyond.