Shadewood i've got gold and silver in my bloodshot eyes

@Cry

As sunrise stretched across the morning sky painting a mural of marmalade and rose across the empyrean, a silhouette of soot and crimson descended onto the scene, clashing against the vibrant work of art. From a distance one might mistake the paragon for a bear scouring the treeline, his crown hanging low as he probed through the unfamiliar snowy foliage. 

The heavy odor that wafted throughout his short lived trip drew his intrest more than the territory itself and Sanguinus found himself wondering who or what occupied the murky woodland. Yet despite the curiosity that itched at his heels the vagabond knew it would be far wiser to not test the patience of whoever may claim these lands and instead opted on pacing the grove's edge as he waited to see if an audience would eventually appear.