Blacktail Deer Plateau i’ve waited for you all my life

Cupid slowly made his way through the trees, sniffing at any interesting indent in bolders and trees. Silence fell, and he got more and more wary with each step. He felt like someone was out here with him, and yet he did not so much as glance over his shoulder. Delusion, he thought, must be the source of this feeling.

But it wasn't a figment of his imagination. Someone was there, following him. Cupid could not dismiss the occasional rustling any longer. He spun around, and behind him stood the one eyed man.

Discomfort and embarrassment rose in his throat when he saw him, for he was the only one to witness the worst of Cupid. You're here. This time there is no glee or anger in his voice. It's quiet.