Riddle Heights Just a question you missed. A complete disaster.

Quite frankly Nero was growing sick of the whole 'forest scenery' the lore had to offer. He was almost one-hundred percent positive that he hadn't came across anything but that specific landscape since his arrival, where the hell were all of the mountains? Orchards? Anything! "Ahh! Son of a'!!" he screamed, impatient with his ineligible sense of navigation. "If I dun' come 'cross somethin' other than tree'z soon Imma' go mad!!" pacing around the area aimlessly, the yearling allowed his childish temper tantrum to continue on for another good twenty minutes or so.

The deeper Nero traveled, the more corrupt his surroundings became. Finding previously simple paths growing more intricate and challenging only peeved the biscuit-coated Calventius more, and eventually he found himself to the point of scowling. Where exactly was he?

Είναι σκοτεινιάζει..

 he rolled his eyes. Traveling amongst such a complex design in the late hours of the night was far from wise, though he hadn't quite wished upon setting up camp just yet. Was there really even a solution to his predicament?

For once in his life Nero missed his sister. She always had a crazy sense of direction, and impeccable instincts. Yes, if Varinia had accepted his invitation to join him, they'd most likely find themselves camping alongside a soft meadow tonight. Unfortunately enough, the yearlings sibling was an idiot. In all honesty, probably a dead one. He'd tried not to think too much on it, though some things simply could't be helped. "Whu' my gonna do.." he sighed, remorsefully collapsing his body on the unfortunate earthy floor.

MY PLAGUES BEGUN

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OOC - - Excuse this mess of a post, I really wanted to start this thread but couldn't think of anything DX!! Therefor it's choppy and weird U^U. @Cornelia
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Cornelia Really f*cking finally! Trees, grass, greens! She could spit on the mountain for all she cared. Bloody high rock peaks, anyone who would live there voluntarily  was a mad man. The mountains may not be as bad as in her birth country but she still loathed the damn places. You couldn’t even hunt for deer’s sake, water came from dusty puddles and the wind deafened your ears! It was also easy to get lost and your death body would never be found. Yes, such a pleasant place. But the grimace on her face slowly turned into a small smirk as she came closer and closer to the forest sight. First thing she was going to do was hunt, she needed to get rid of this pent up frustration that build up during her time in the mountains. She wanted to kill something, see something struggling under her strength. Too bad she couldn’t go for big prey, a little doe would taste wonderful but the chances on injuries were too damn high. She was just a one wolf gang right now, any injury could lead her to a miserable long death. Cornelia was smarter than that, and her old mentor would turn her upside down if he ever found her and thought she had done a bad job on her own. Yeah, she would choose death over Grion’s wrath. She missed the old man, stiff and grumpy but always honest. He had a weird way of showing his affection but he was everything but an cold old rock like most wolves thought. The timber woman raised her head, looking up at the darkening sky. She had actually reached the tree line and she had to say she had missed the soft earth under her paws. She sighed content as she looked around. She had no idea where she was but then again once she had left her pack everything had become one big plane of unknown. Now what, she was feeling the start of tiredness creeping up on her but it would still take a while before she could actually sleep. Maybe explore a bit,or hunt, at least something useful. The woman walked through the woods, trees still quite far from each other compared to the more inland forests. It felt exposed, but at least better than the mountains where there was nothing to hide behind except that one pebble a few yards on the right. A gust of wind left the leaves bristle against each other. She smelled something, a wolf. And soon after she heard something of a low tud on the ground. Her ears moved slightly around as she smelled the air. The wolf was nearby, her luck was terrific. The timber wolf lowered herself as she stalked towards the scent, when they were this close to each other she would rather know what her possible danger could be. Like any hunt she went against the wind, but unlike normal hunts she was not in for a kill. At least she hoped not. She wasn’t sick of fighting but any killing without reason would be simply disgraceful. When the dark amber eyes finally found something looking like a wolf, her body laid down in the grass. From afar she could see the contour of the wolf, the fur was coloured with cream colours. A large wolf but anything big could be slow and clumsy. It were the large ones that would fall the hardest. "Speech." Maybe I walked this long way by myself

There is a moose carcass that has been scavenged by coyotes nearby. +15 Health