Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151024172147/@comment-5543592-20151026221849

The woods were scary. Scire was a hunter, he'd trudged out into the wastes and taken on lizards twice his size. And an afternoon dally through snow covered brush was beautiful.

But there was nothing pretty or lizardy about a bunch of tall, overbearing trees in the dead of night.

In fact, he was pretty sure he was lost. The magic that sat in his eyes had let him this way and that on a hopelessly winding path.

His clairvoyance wasn't all that helpful, in reality. The two traits of his sight, the clairvoyance and the life detection, went hand in hand. But while the life detection was extremely useful, if annoyng, since he could never turn it off, and thus everyone always seemed to shimmer (he'd gotten used to it by now), the clairvoyance was less so. It only seemed to work half the time, and sparsely told him wher he should put his neck step. It was helpful in the dark, as it vaguely gave him the outline of the world, but he still found himself tripping over rocks and roots, or whacking his head on branches. It was almost as if the clairvoyance was missing things, like it was relying too much on his own eyesight to compensate.

Regardless, when he picked up the aura, one of a figure sprawled on the ground, he knew exactly by 'sight' who it was. He cursed to himself, although much more anxious now, and picked up speed.