Prompt: Your character(s) are having leisurely stroll through the forest and reach a fork in the path. Suddenly, a wisp appears out of nowhere, hovers in front of them, then dashes into the darkest path from the fork!
Ragnarok stood deep in the forest, breathing in the mist around him. This was truly the place that he felt most alive. It felt safe to him, a deep dark wood where very few traveled. He preferred to be alone, to hear nothing but the cawing of birds on leafless trees. It was perhaps the silence that comforted him the most, away from the shrieking of the everyday citizen, away from the many chanting "monster" when they saw his face.
Rok reached the fork in the path that he was very familiar with, it was a path that he had gone down many times. However this time there was something new, something different to the usual mundane forest that was laid out before him. A whisp for only a moment hovered in front of him, their tendrils reaching out slowly beckoning them down the path of darkness. Rok smiled his eerie pumpkin grin, an adventure perhaps? Or perhaps the whisp was just something that could accompany him in his walk. He did not feel fear, since it was something that had long been beaten out of him as a child, he only felt a mild sense of curiosity as he made his way into the darkness, ducking between winding tree branches.
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Kivras
If you wanna throw someone at him, to follow the creepy man down the creepy path XD
