Ravensblood Forest blood splatter in the air

For @Maud

Soaked from head to toe, he powers on; nature shows no mercy. The strong prevail, the weak perish. A lesson learned at too early an age, it is a fact that the Wayfarer lives by. Each breath is puffed, visible in the chilled air, and mixed with the unending snowfall. Skies darkened to a gloomy grey.

Away he goes from the wild waves, crashing ashore on their mission to grasp any unsuspecting foe. Storms often followed the Wayfarer, and his first tastes of freedom are no different. Wind-whipped hair stands spiked across his back and spine, ears pointing forward with the intensity of his champagne eyes focused ahead.

The trees here bleed, an eerie and haunting sight that reminds the Wayfarer of the nightmare he remains in.