Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170913165819/@comment-24530992-20170916225324

Stauntax looked up at the thick foliage that separated him from the sky as sun rays began to pierce themselves through the cracks of leaves and branches. He squinted his eyes, trying to avoid them and stay under the shade to keep the light from touching his skin. Pulling up his hood, he made his way towards the exit of the forest, making sure to tread carefully through the forest to avoid tripping on any roots or stray logs. Just as he neared the open light he heard a slight rustle behind him, instinctively causing him to spin around and target where the noise came from. He extended a hand which was shrouded in a crimson magic and pulled in towards his chest, stealing every bit of living essence from whatever caused the disturbance. When he heard no further noise, he went to investigate, his heart still rapidly pumping from the disturbance. Stepping over a shrub that shielded the body he looked down, and to both his relief and disappointment, it was a small deer collapsed onto its side, showing no signs of life.

The Scion sighed, shaking his head before getting back on track towards Daggerfall. He was tired, having not slept or fed for a few days. He was hoping to seek some sort of refuge in Daggerfall for now to rest and refresh himself, as well as providing himself with a grounds for feeding when it reached night time. He wasn't very fond of being on the run constantly, but it was something he had accepted since he was but a child.