Shadewood First Steps

He's having about as much luck as one might expect. The forest should have been home to many creatures, even in winter—and sure, it wasn't quite winter yet but the air had that bite, so most of the little things like squirrels and field mice should have been in a subdued state, maybe even a hibernation. Yutani isn't as well-versed in the lore of the forest, having grown up on the coast, but he's doing his best. There was nothing here, just like the last place he'd investigated. How many proverbial doors would he need to kick down before he got some decent grub?

That thought made him consider bugs as a possible target for his hunger, which turned his stomach further.

On he went, though. Long strides carrying him with surprising ease despite looking so spindly. He snaked between the trees, fully invested in the moment. When the path forked he'd check out one way, double back, check out the other—never staying long at any crossroads if he could help it (call it superstition)—but no matter where he went, nor what tricks he pulled, Yutani came up empty. It was beyond frustrating... It was dangerous. The longer he spend hunting without a payday, the more calories he burned. 

After all, winter was coming or whatever. That and night-time—which felt like it was falling earlier each day. It had been dark since the afternoon which made everything seem more grim and confusing, almost like he was in another dimension or some shit; the darkness was everywhere by the time he'd entered the forest, and seemed thicker, almost malleable, as he roamed between these trees. Yutani's body was sore from the hard road he'd followed, so used to being out in the open or travelling across sand—this forest with its twists, turns, and conundrums had taken a lot out of him.

He wanted sleep. He wanted something warm for his belly, at the very least, and refused to stop his hunt even though hunger pains had begun to rot his brain. The ache started just behind his eyes, forcing him to squint in the dark and wince away from the moonlight whenever it made itself apparent. It was during this whole thing that Yutani nearly took his own head off with a slackened tree branch, the konk of his thick skull against the limp arm of the tree filling the void of darkness, after which he blurted: Son of a bitch!

If there had been any food here, he'd likely scared it off with that. Shit.

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Sorry, I know its bad form not to mention the starting character in the first reply, I just got kind of... Carried away. ^^;