Constantine
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The midday was crisp, still sunny enough to see everything around you, but with just the right amount of clouds to shield one's eyes from the sun's harmful gaze. Perfect day to take a stroll through the woods, to go camping, throw up a barbeque, literally any outside activity. It wouldn't be too far-fetched to say that it was as close as one can get to perfection. The pale man found himself agreeing with this notion, his watchful gaze traveling across the forest floor. His skin was deathly pale, alabaster colored and it made him stand out among the sea of greens and browns. He was tall, but not inhumanely so, standing at roughly 196 centimeters.
The male was bald, sporting a pair of boots, simple trousers, and a sleeveless gambeson vest across his torso. It was this lack of sleeves that revealed his peculiarly muscular arms. He looked so out of place, not only in the forest but in general. His body was covered in a multitude of shapely carvings, eyes, mouth symbols and strange runes were scattered irregularly across the man's frame. They screamed "warlock" or "sorcerer", but the simplistic attire, the muscle mass, and the way he carried himself appeared militant, if not a little warrior-ish.
Constantine gazed to his left, then to his right, looking for a place to sit. It didn't take long for him to find a half-decomposed tree stump. Thankfully the old tree still had enough structural integrity to be used as an improvised seat. Using his gloved hands to clear any debris and bugs from the stump's flat end, Constantine flopped onto it, ass first. A layer of moss that covered the stump's upper part made it unusually comfortable for a piece of hardwood. As soon as he sat down, Constantine started fiddling with his pockets, it wasn't long until he retrieved a crystalline object from one of them. He tapped it twice and the little contraption flared to life, giving off a soft blue light.
It was some kind of supernatural watch, it didn't have any mechanical parts inside, nor was there a fine-tuned mechanism present. Still, it showed Constantine what time it was, down to a second. 3:30 pm, it had taken him one hour and 20 minutes to traverse 7 km through this forest. Not bad given how uncharted it was. There wasn't even a proper road to follow so Constantine had to climb trees and push his way through foliage that was getting progressively thicker as he neared the forest's heart. Constantine couldn't shake away the feeling that he was being watched. Now that he had time to relax and take in on his surroundings things started becoming clearer. He could smell an unfamiliar scent in his vicinity, one that didn't belong to a person, nor a normal animal.
For a moment he hoped that whatever followed him was nothing more than a wild beast, but his eyes rolled when he heard "sinister" giggling not far off his location. The laughter was not INTIMIDATING enough. It was not scary or dramatic. It did not echo off the trees or seemingly come out of everywhere like an omnipresent demon. Honestly, it was pretty flat. It felt uncomfortably false. Like someone at a party who started laughing at the joke they didn't understand, but forgot to stop in time. Constantine could only frown at it.
The male was bald, sporting a pair of boots, simple trousers, and a sleeveless gambeson vest across his torso. It was this lack of sleeves that revealed his peculiarly muscular arms. He looked so out of place, not only in the forest but in general. His body was covered in a multitude of shapely carvings, eyes, mouth symbols and strange runes were scattered irregularly across the man's frame. They screamed "warlock" or "sorcerer", but the simplistic attire, the muscle mass, and the way he carried himself appeared militant, if not a little warrior-ish.
Constantine gazed to his left, then to his right, looking for a place to sit. It didn't take long for him to find a half-decomposed tree stump. Thankfully the old tree still had enough structural integrity to be used as an improvised seat. Using his gloved hands to clear any debris and bugs from the stump's flat end, Constantine flopped onto it, ass first. A layer of moss that covered the stump's upper part made it unusually comfortable for a piece of hardwood. As soon as he sat down, Constantine started fiddling with his pockets, it wasn't long until he retrieved a crystalline object from one of them. He tapped it twice and the little contraption flared to life, giving off a soft blue light.
It was some kind of supernatural watch, it didn't have any mechanical parts inside, nor was there a fine-tuned mechanism present. Still, it showed Constantine what time it was, down to a second. 3:30 pm, it had taken him one hour and 20 minutes to traverse 7 km through this forest. Not bad given how uncharted it was. There wasn't even a proper road to follow so Constantine had to climb trees and push his way through foliage that was getting progressively thicker as he neared the forest's heart. Constantine couldn't shake away the feeling that he was being watched. Now that he had time to relax and take in on his surroundings things started becoming clearer. He could smell an unfamiliar scent in his vicinity, one that didn't belong to a person, nor a normal animal.
For a moment he hoped that whatever followed him was nothing more than a wild beast, but his eyes rolled when he heard "sinister" giggling not far off his location. The laughter was not INTIMIDATING enough. It was not scary or dramatic. It did not echo off the trees or seemingly come out of everywhere like an omnipresent demon. Honestly, it was pretty flat. It felt uncomfortably false. Like someone at a party who started laughing at the joke they didn't understand, but forgot to stop in time. Constantine could only frown at it.
