10th Day of Summer, 509 AV (Evening)
The sun had gone down but a few hours prior and the warm summer night was in full swing. A few light clouds drifted about and the moon was not quite full as it shown down upon the Bronze Wood. Atropus, one of the newest additions to the area, had begun to stir a short time after the sun had set. Now, fully awake, he was ready for his nightly patrol. It had been weeks since he left his home in the Cyphrus. The forests of Sylira were quite different than the plains which surrounded the ruins of Castle Xy; home of Zith colony of Xy. He was finding it to be a refreshing test of his senses. Where in Cyphrus, he could rely on his astounding night vision to see his pray for quite some distance in the plains; in Sylira he was forced to use his hearing to pick out sounds beneath the canopy of trees. Though his sense of hearing was far greater than his eyesight even in the nighttime hours, the forest was alive with sound.
Atropus had already picked out a perfect hunting ground in the Kabrin Road though he had yet to hunt there as he wanted to get a better feel for the area first. Thus he resorted to feeding on the occasional rabbit or even deer while snacking on the bits of dried human meat he had saved along his journey north.
He was curious about the humans and how they seemed to adapt so fast to changing conditions. That curiosity brought him far away from his home and to a place where he had heard civilization was thriving. Indeed he had listened in on some of the travelers along the road and heard of the nearby city. Perhaps soon he would attempt to enter that place and explore but for now, it was the forest and time to continue surveying his future dining resort.
Since arriving in the Wood, Atropus had set up a small roost of sorts in one of the larger trees. It wasn't much; little more than a collection of leaves and branches roughly meshed together in the shape of a crude bed leaned against the trunk of the tree. He would have preferred something underground or even a cave but he did not want to travel too far into the mountains and away from the more well-used stretches of the Kabrin Road. With a great stretch and growling yawn, he stood up and unfolding his wings. The first flight of the evening was always the best; cool, quiet and in a way, inspiring. Turning a bit, Atropus took a great leap to a nearby branch and then to another and another higher to the top. After a half-dozen short leaps and bounds, he sprung into the air; his wings flapping gently as he caught an updraft and began to glide. The air was fresh and the sounds of the forest below were almost visible in his mind. Some part of him hoped he would find something interesting this time; something more than the typical deer or the occasional bear. His thoughts focused on the sounds and he tried to pick out something peculiar enough to warrant investigation.