Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-24123288-20140215111041

(Well shiet. I got 20 minutes to kill before LR installs fully. Time to write! LOL! XD!)

Mikasa had begun walking through the forest on her long journey back to Cheydinhal. She had to see Veneficus and warn him of what Kaizen has turned Petra into. It had been a few hours now since she woke up and she was terribly lost.

The trees were still thick in this part of the forest, one of the few pieces of nature left untouched by Cyrodiils rapid industrialisation. The trees were so thick, that barely any sunlight shone through. The sunlight that did manage to penetrate the thick barrier of leaves left small pools of light on the forest floor. Normally, Mikasa would sit in one of those pools and feel the warmth of the sun on her skin, but these days, she preferred the cold embrace of the shadows. She felt safe in them. At home. Like she belonged. The Breton let out a weary sigh.

Maybe...that's what Petra feels with the Argonian...

"How could she though?" Mikasa muttered to herself as the breeze picked up and the leaves rustled along with it singing their rather loud song. "He's a murderer and she hates that..."

I just don't understand...

Mikasa continued her journey through the forest, still unsure of where she was going.

''I need to get out of here! Find a road and go back to Cheydinhal...''

The Breton was so deep in thought that she never noticed the growls and scrabblings of several creatures watching her...