Spring 10, 515 A.V.
The blue sky above was clear as the Falyndar Region below was cluttered with life.
Xen softly pats down on his dark clothing, and the pitch black armor that layered over it. He also checks his false finger-gloves, making sure they too were secure, before he proceeded any further. The jungle air around him was dense with the scent of water, and the soil beneath his feet, loose. These things reminded him of the bog-like area of the jungle where he'd encountered a Vinumia, but the difference between the place he had been to before, and the place now was that this location had more water than mud. In addition to an extreme lack of plentiful vegetation.
Xen saw no problem with the excess water, but the area here would not provide him with much cover, which was particularly bad for him and his hunt. Xen relied on high undergrowth and large trees for cover, but here the trees were far apart and the undergrowth low at shin height. If he ran into a foe he could not handle here, it would be disastrous that Xen knew. He would have nowhere to hide, and since he did not bring his shield, he'd have to fight with a much higher chance of incurring an injury. Xen frowns at the situation before him, but knew he had to eat. It was either starving for a day, or eating with vital experience gained from success.
While accepting what life has given him to work with, Xen sighs. “ I'll have to lay my entire body flat along the ground to conceal myself entirely then, ” Xen thought as he slowly began to creep forward through the muck. He had a somewhat decent view of his surroundings, he could see a few good meters around him, but the distance was obscured by other taller plants and layers of vines. Xen, as he travels, does not see anything that captures his attention. Xen liked the mud beneath his feet, since it felt good and cool, but other than this, and the chirping birds in the canopy, nothing felt out of the ordinary to him.
But, Xen knew not to trust the clever ploys of the jungle, which is why he had his katana and two daggers with him.
He was a predator too, and maintaining this peaceful atmosphere was advantageous as naive prey seemed to enjoy basking in the peacefulness the jungle created. Xen did too, at one point, before he realized that it made him less wary of his surroundings. Now he doesn't as much, and after many experiences and errors, he plans to make use of his environments disarming nature for the hunt.
“ Now I have to get over this hurdle, ” He thought as he stops
Before Xen was a section of flooded jungle; he could see small fish swimming, and other small life near the bank. The water appears deep and possessed a small, flowing current. Xen wasn't entirely sure of how he would make this work in his favor, but decides he'd find another way round the flooded section. So, he walks along the bank, avoiding the deep mud that was close to the waters edge. His instincts were telling him to avoid getting close the water, until he gains a better understanding of this new territory. That he did as he proceeds to scout the area.
Xen softly pats down on his dark clothing, and the pitch black armor that layered over it. He also checks his false finger-gloves, making sure they too were secure, before he proceeded any further. The jungle air around him was dense with the scent of water, and the soil beneath his feet, loose. These things reminded him of the bog-like area of the jungle where he'd encountered a Vinumia, but the difference between the place he had been to before, and the place now was that this location had more water than mud. In addition to an extreme lack of plentiful vegetation.
Xen saw no problem with the excess water, but the area here would not provide him with much cover, which was particularly bad for him and his hunt. Xen relied on high undergrowth and large trees for cover, but here the trees were far apart and the undergrowth low at shin height. If he ran into a foe he could not handle here, it would be disastrous that Xen knew. He would have nowhere to hide, and since he did not bring his shield, he'd have to fight with a much higher chance of incurring an injury. Xen frowns at the situation before him, but knew he had to eat. It was either starving for a day, or eating with vital experience gained from success.
While accepting what life has given him to work with, Xen sighs. “ I'll have to lay my entire body flat along the ground to conceal myself entirely then, ” Xen thought as he slowly began to creep forward through the muck. He had a somewhat decent view of his surroundings, he could see a few good meters around him, but the distance was obscured by other taller plants and layers of vines. Xen, as he travels, does not see anything that captures his attention. Xen liked the mud beneath his feet, since it felt good and cool, but other than this, and the chirping birds in the canopy, nothing felt out of the ordinary to him.
But, Xen knew not to trust the clever ploys of the jungle, which is why he had his katana and two daggers with him.
He was a predator too, and maintaining this peaceful atmosphere was advantageous as naive prey seemed to enjoy basking in the peacefulness the jungle created. Xen did too, at one point, before he realized that it made him less wary of his surroundings. Now he doesn't as much, and after many experiences and errors, he plans to make use of his environments disarming nature for the hunt.
“ Now I have to get over this hurdle, ” He thought as he stops
Before Xen was a section of flooded jungle; he could see small fish swimming, and other small life near the bank. The water appears deep and possessed a small, flowing current. Xen wasn't entirely sure of how he would make this work in his favor, but decides he'd find another way round the flooded section. So, he walks along the bank, avoiding the deep mud that was close to the waters edge. His instincts were telling him to avoid getting close the water, until he gains a better understanding of this new territory. That he did as he proceeds to scout the area.
