Haunted Wood Purgatory

These three need to talk about their feelings! So, here we go! ;>

Setting: 48 degrees, clear sky, around 5:00 pm in Cardinal Grove.

It was bound to happen. At first Santiago found himself emotionally inept when he fought in the ring and now he’s torn between two souls. How odd life works; he can’t seem to figure it out. Today he’ll confess; free what the beating of his heart whispers to him at low hours of the night. When the fog rolls in and he sees nothing but the vague, spindly arms of trees leaking into his vision and alarmingly real shadows that his mind creates to keep his hair standing on end.

Today is different. The fog will clear and he will see clearly. Or perhaps his mind will be more muddled by the end of it. Whichever fate decides is what must happen. Can’t fight fate, as they say.

Finding himself settling in the Cardinal Grove, where the hills look like they’ve been painted with the sweet crimson of blood and dotted with the burnt orange equivalent to the suns soon to be harsh rays. Padding into the clearing where the flowers are beginning to bug due to the changing weather, he breathes in; letting loose from his lungs a deep, souls rattling howl. Calling for @Serem and @Clarence to finally confess his sins.