[PRP] What's In My Trap? (Trevel/Stryke)

[leon_a_darkangel]

“Lie to a liar, for lies, are his coin; Steal from a thief, for that is easy; lay a trap for a trickster and catch him at first attempt, but beware of an honest man.”

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

Traveling across Alternia had become a normal way of life it seemed. Stryke often times set out for brief trecks between Salamire Outpost to neighboring major cities when the time called for it to gather supplies, or to keep up with what was going on in the world. Sometimes these adventures meant he had to cross into dangerous territory or find unknown paths that would lead him to his destination. While he still feared the unknown and had lingering fears after all that had been said and done at the end of the night he was not willing to give up.

This meant he had to take risks and be willing to go out when the time called for it. One such evening he was making his way back, cutting across an old trail on the outskirts of the Four Fronds to try and make his way towards Busthind. He preferred to avoid the fronds, the risk of running into highbloods who might be out hunting was risky. He also wasn't familiar with the densely thicketed colorful trees and the paths they would lead him down.

Adjusting his rucksack, he pulled at the straps over his shoulders to adjust the weight of his bag a little better. He had been traveling almost non stop it seemed for days now. He still had supplies, including sopor slime patches for when he needed to hunker down during daylight, as well as food and water. He had gone out to find medical supplies to bring home, as well as pens and a new journal. Stryke also had done a bit of site seeing. Yet it was finally time to make his way back to the rebellion headquarters.

Only he had to get there first.

Glancing at his surroundings, he sighed pausing as he glanced down momentarily. Tucked under his arm was his journal, and a pen clipped to his jacket. Occasionally he had stopped to do a few doodles of his surroundings and to note where he was in reference to his map. "it's so quiet on this side of the foressst.." Stryke mumbled, his brows furrowing as he moved forward again. His boots thudded lightly against the wooded terrain as he started walking again.

Hobo Pixi

feel free to note in your reply about nearby traps..i figure he will walk into one soon enough lol