Haunted Wood something wicked this way comes

Epic balanced upon a thin line of innocence; his words were not driven with the intent to bathe the soldier in compliments or to up his vanity and pride. And even though Epic was kind of waery and on his guard, he was blisfully unaware that the other male was raised with harshness and cruelty in life at a young age. This situation could have ended quite differently, with bloodshed, teeth, pain and violence. A situation that the young male would rather avoid if he was offered a choice. His own tongue flickered out as he felt uncertain; he was out of words to say and he wasn't sure whether to go left or right. There was a certain unpredictability that gushed throught he air and it frozen him like a statue, lost in the dawn of time.

But even so, from one moment onto the next, everything changed. The swarthe soldier-male left the confines of the situation, shaking the world upside down until Epic was allowed to breathe freely. There was only one parting word that escaped from his leathery lips until he turned around, leaving into the oppsite direction. "Goodbye."