@Camio RE: The moon has turned a blood red and the forest is covered in a dense fog. Have the ghosts of Relic Lore decided to return? Spoooopy
Nova's broad head swung blindly through the mist, her panicked breath meeting the frigid air in swirls of steam. She cursed her long legs as she tripped the hundredth time over some unseen gnarled root or creeping vine. She was poor at navigation, and it was too dark to make out any landmarks, familiar or otherwise. She had the worrying suspicion that she had been going around and round in circles, and as she glanced upward to see if the moon could be her guide, she almost wished she hadn't looked. Framed by leafless boughs, the nearly full moon glowed a menacing shade of red. That couldn't mean anything good.
Lowering her goldenrod gaze back to the dark forest before her, she let out a strained whimper. In the mist, just out of sight, a pale shape moved through the trees and vanished just as quickly as it appeared. Nova couldn't help but jump, and a chill jolted down her spine. What was that? Her heart started to pound out of fear, but maybe it was just Camio?
What had gotten her into this whole mess was when she had suggested they split up after an unsuccessful day of hunting to cover more ground before sunset. She had planned to meet him at a peculiar looking boulder in a creek, but she had failed to account for her absolutely abysmal sense of direction. Before she knew it, she was utterly lost.
"C-Camio? Is that you?" Nova called, hesitantly. She continued to stare as she waited for the pale shape to reappear, but there was nothing there but the dark forest. All sorts of horrid thoughts rippled up. What if, just like Mercy, just like Chulyin, just like Sagacity, just like Naira, what if Camio was gone for good? Or what if... Just like Mapplethorpe.
"Camio?!" Nova shouted, growing desperate to find him as she continued to struggle through the thick fog.