Post by Redgrim on Jul 22, 2020 20:55:40 GMT -5
There was something about the forest that was pulling Makara. He didn’t have the foresight to know what it was exactly, but he knew he couldn’t ignore it. It could have been one of the khmaoc trying to direct him, or perhaps it was something more primal.
Makara was hardly the casual hiker and his attire was the greatest giveaway of that fact. A freshly ironed suit had no place being deep into the forest, regardless of the fact that he was following a beaten path. In addition to that, his hobbling strides and reliance on his cane only cemented that he was out of his element. He hadn’t the time nor the patience to switch up his outfit. The second that he had that gut feeling, he had to embark on this expedition. He didn’t know how long it would take or where he was going, but he pushed forward nonetheless.
The speckles of light leaking through the branches of the surrounding trees lit up Makara’s path forward. It was a simple enough path until he came to a fork in the road. The man movements ceased, taking a neutral standing position. His gaze remained forward, not looking at on path with any more scrutiny than the other. His expression remained flat and emotionless, like a human statue. After waiting for a cool minute, a small gust of leaves caught the corner of his eye. The crusty leaves flew in the direction of the path on the left, so Makara continued his walk in that direction without any hesitation.
The path that Makara followed quickly petered out, the flattened dirt trail transitioning to grassy foliage and chaotically grown trees. Their formation was natural, unsupervised. While that meant trouble for his mobility, Makara didn’t let it stop him. What did stop him though, an acorn fell from a tree overhead, dropping directly in front of his face. Something about the way the acorn hit the ground suggested to Makara that he reached the end of his journey. Blind faith got him this far, it was time for him to start his investigation.
As Makara’s weak little eyes peeled around the environment, they were immediately drawn to one of the many trees surrounding him. This one had a unique signifier though, a deep singular gash swiped through its trunk. Adjusting his spectacles and getting a closer examination told him that it was a fresh injury. It looked clean as well, like it was made with a blade rather than a claw.
While Makara was busy with his sleuthing, the bushes a few feet away from him began to subtly rustle. Just enough for the elder gentleman to not notice.
Makara was hardly the casual hiker and his attire was the greatest giveaway of that fact. A freshly ironed suit had no place being deep into the forest, regardless of the fact that he was following a beaten path. In addition to that, his hobbling strides and reliance on his cane only cemented that he was out of his element. He hadn’t the time nor the patience to switch up his outfit. The second that he had that gut feeling, he had to embark on this expedition. He didn’t know how long it would take or where he was going, but he pushed forward nonetheless.
The speckles of light leaking through the branches of the surrounding trees lit up Makara’s path forward. It was a simple enough path until he came to a fork in the road. The man movements ceased, taking a neutral standing position. His gaze remained forward, not looking at on path with any more scrutiny than the other. His expression remained flat and emotionless, like a human statue. After waiting for a cool minute, a small gust of leaves caught the corner of his eye. The crusty leaves flew in the direction of the path on the left, so Makara continued his walk in that direction without any hesitation.
The path that Makara followed quickly petered out, the flattened dirt trail transitioning to grassy foliage and chaotically grown trees. Their formation was natural, unsupervised. While that meant trouble for his mobility, Makara didn’t let it stop him. What did stop him though, an acorn fell from a tree overhead, dropping directly in front of his face. Something about the way the acorn hit the ground suggested to Makara that he reached the end of his journey. Blind faith got him this far, it was time for him to start his investigation.
As Makara’s weak little eyes peeled around the environment, they were immediately drawn to one of the many trees surrounding him. This one had a unique signifier though, a deep singular gash swiped through its trunk. Adjusting his spectacles and getting a closer examination told him that it was a fresh injury. It looked clean as well, like it was made with a blade rather than a claw.
While Makara was busy with his sleuthing, the bushes a few feet away from him began to subtly rustle. Just enough for the elder gentleman to not notice.