Deepwood Weald If the ground is black and yellow

Forward dated to November 28th!

Tagging @Lumiya

Kynareth’s pissed. He’s trying not to be, but he is. Especially with Simmik’s little joke the other day. He needs time for himself, so as he left the beautiful territory of the Saints he promises he won’t be gone horribly long. A week and a half at most and probably not even that if travel is fair and he’s feeling up to par. 

Really he’s venturing out to fight, possibly even kill. The next unfortunate wolf, coyote, bear, cougar, elk, deer, what the hell ever that crosses his path is probably going to die. Or he’ll die trying. 

He’s calmed down some though a d is having a grand time exploring this odd née forest he’s found himself in. The must sticking ominously to the ground as day becomes night. The forest around him darkens as well. It doesn’t bother him. For others it might, but the creepy territory doesn’t even have him batting an eye at it. So he continues onward, not thinking anything unusual about anything in particular.