How long had it been since he had lost his friend?
Time was funny here...he didn't know how long a day was, most people had a very rudimentary idea of time, hours and minutes and days were all very...lenient. Well of course, he knew that when the sun came to when it went down and the moon was at its height that was a day...or something along those lines. He liked the night more than the day anyway...but his people...his people loved the night. So he figured that if any were here...they'd rest during the day, and move during the night. So he'd do the opposite. Move during the day...and then...well he kept moving during the night too.
Of course, he could sleep, and he did like to sleep...but it was dangerous, it was really dangerous. So it was always a good idea to keep moving, to keep running, to stop only when you really had to.
In the forest at night, he blended in REALLY well too. He looked like a tree almost...at least, in some strange way, with a large jagged crown on his head, long spindly arms and legs...one could easily mistake him at night to be a tree. Of course, it helped that he was also covered in a strange black substance, that helped to blend him in nicely. It was a strange covering, like a tar that had hardened and molded onto him. Of course, it didn't help that he had five bright glowing green eyes placed randomly on his face, they sort of illuminated the night for him...unless he closed them.
That was neither here nor there though, because right now it was a bright sunny day out. No Culmination out here to get him, no sir! He was as free to do as he pleased. Mostly. He stuck to the brightness of the forest. Oh he hated forests. Any tree might be his people! Any of them could hold a Culmination, and all the shadows? He wasn't going to stick around here for very long. He couldn't stick around here for long at all. It was scary here...very scary here.
And then...noises. Strange noises from the forest. Thanks to the special covering on his body, he could hear something...strange. That's all he could describe it as. Despite his fear, he was curious. What could be making it after all? He knew Culmination noises, and this didn't sound like them. He'd be able to know their noises easily. Slipping through the trees and the brush, he carefully crept up to the noise, just in time to witness something cutting down a tree. He watched the strange monster as it did so...chopping up the tree as if it were nothing.
Well, he couldn't blame the thing, it was pretty...strong looking. Then it spoke...and...in a question. That was odd. Why did it ask itself a question? Then it spoke in some odd, rough language and once more back in the common tongue. Spirits? Who was it talking about? What was it talking to? The strange five eyed creature took a step forward, only to step on a dry branch. The sound was absolutely deafening to him, so he could only imagine what the other thing had heard. In a moment of sheer panic, he shut his five eyes and stood still, arms outstretched oddly to look like a tree. Maybe it would just think he was an odd deadwood or something. Just anything that was harmless and shouldn't be approached.
Oh he could only be so lucky.
