Ravensblood Forest a place for my head

Overcast skies bled into darkness. The man wandered, roaming further and further along the coastal region. How he got here was not important - he barely recalled the details himself. He sought to look to the future in any means necessary. This was one of those requirements.

Breathing in the faded sea air, he closes in on the area of this woodland. The bloodied trees were a warning for a rather ominous night. He could see the red through the dark, his eyes adjusted to it. He approaches, sniffing the tree but finding nothing but his inward superstitions. A brow raised as he turns away, silent.

But he is alert.

The footfalls of another breaks the silence of his standing still. Amber eyes sharply turn, seeing a figure approach the man. He is on defense, but not outwardly aggressive. This is a new realm to him, and he best be prepared for anything.