Blackfoot Forest you don't believe in god, i don't believe in luck

It was nice to be further away from the mountaintop for a change. Being confined in one place for so long made the wanderer restless. It was only a matter of time before he'd finally take a break from the bustling court. He was certain no one would care, he doubted anyone even knew he was present. If anyone questioned him he'd just say he was out hunting. Plain and simple.

Tonight Cupid was stuck in a dark, ominous forest. It didn't bother him, he enjoyed the fact that he was alone. Or that's what he thought until a fox's screech followed by curses rang through the forest. 

Christ, you gotta be kidding me... What did a guy have to do to get a little alone time? Cupid stopped by a tree trunk and slammed his forehead into it to release some anger.