Ravensblood Forest journey before destination

@Aurëwenn

The wood was bleeding.
 
Guildenstern passed beneath the boughs and trunks of outstretched sequoia trees. Stone structures jutted up on either side of the forest, casting a shroud of darkness on an already dim setting. As ominous as it was, it did not seem to deter the pallid knight from entering. The large brute drew his crown upward to taste the scent of the place. Then, he entered the wild wood. While he stood tall and formidable, his posture seemed to shift beneath the outstretched branches of the trees. The proud voyager had shifted from a ghostly titan to a pale cat of the jungle. The length of his limbs allowed for him to take a swift saunter until he had delved deep into the turf.
 
Once inside, Guildenstern noted that the weald carried its own aroma. He could not discern whether this came from the red sap that coated the cracks of the trees, or if it had something to do with a pack that had recently vacated the area. The knight knew that it was not claimed in that moment. He would not have delved so deeply if he believed there to be settlers. Still new to the land, the mercenary was not eager to test his mettle against the natives until he had familiarized himself with the layout of the wilds.
 
The sound of trickling water splayed his ears. Guildenstern turned toward it and roamed until he could see the creek that ran toward the ocean. The knight stopped and bent his head to drink from the pool. It was cool and crisp against his dry mouth. It would have been wise for him to have stopped some ways back, but he had not listened to the sound of what his body needed. The desire to stray across the stretch of wilderness had never been stronger in him. It was the first time that the pallid creature had found himself lacking any thoughts of his previous homes. The frigid northern tundra did little to compare to the wonders of the Teekon Wilds.