Arterius

A gentle breeze swept through the soft rolling hills of the northern lands. The cool breeze bent the grass, and thousands of green blades danced to its rhythmic hum. Combined with the sounds of field crickets and running water, it permeated a resonance that seemed to be untouched by sentient activity. Aside from the road that wove through the hills, all seemed peaceful as it was. Off in the distance, a faint orange glow melted against the deepest part of the night; where the stars shone dimmest. The city of Arterius was just beyond that horizon. Seitaro stared in its direction, his eyes set ablaze from the campfire to his right. He often found himself doing this, hunting by the daytime and setting up camp from a vantage point in the hills. The male was weary of being snuck up on and did his best to avoid such situations. That, and he found this area to be just the right amount of distance from civilization.

Slowly, the cloud passing over began to shift and cast its milky glow upon the land below. Not quite a full moon, but enough to illuminate the male. Despite to glow, he was a being shrouded in darkness, from his hair to the black tattered cloak that hugged his frame and seemed to carry all the burdens he held deep within. His gaze flicked to the fire, checking to see if the fish he had caught earlier had finished cooking and was delighted to see that it had. After pulling several sticks from the ground, each one sporting a rather small Norther Pike, Seitaro began to feast.