Cedar Sweep Deep within you til you will not want me any other way

In the shadows, he was just another one of them. Melted into the dead sun and the fall trees that mimicked his limbs. He could have been born from this moment for all he replicated it in his own body.

Only the deep blue of his eyes gave him away as not being one with the shadows.

They were too richly colored to be described as the waters of the land but too bright still to be a night sky.

It wasn't him that mattered though. It was her and how the hunt seemed to come to some kind of close. Oh, would it ever truly end? Never in full, but in this moment he weaved around the dark bases of trees full of shadows.

When close enough he reached towards her. Entirely uncertain what he would do if he ever met the mark.