The forest. A forest. For two people, the best place ever, for one, the worst place to be. Three brothers on an endless quest, wandering through the forest. Three men wandered through the dense woods. All three of them were young looking, they still had those boyish good looks to them. The men looked rather...similar...sure, their eyes and hair were different, their facial hair were all different. A grey haired man, who didn't look at all like he should have grey hair, at least, hair that matched his flowing grey robe, had no facial hair. Beside him, black hair, with little spots of white, matching his robe, which had a similar pattern. He seemed rather pleased, with a small soul patch under his bottom lip. His eyes however...unlike his grey haired friend who had grey eye, he had black eyes...a frightening look on him. Then came the last individual.
He looked like he was pouting while he walked. His arms crossed over his chest, his robe swirled and danced about him, the pure black colour was offset by a strange pattern, with a fiery pattern that was supposed to make it look like he was immolated by fire at all times. He had a goatee and simple black hair, the only strange thing...besides his robe...was his eyes, which burned like a sun. Fire red. He looked, to say the least, less than pleased.
"I could level it all. Just with a single thought." He muttered out loud as he held a tanned hand up, creating a small flame above his palm. "Oh leave it alone. The forest isn't hurting anyone. We can even have a fire tonight so you don't feel left out." The strange black eyed man seemed to tease him with that talk.
Nightfall came however and the three men were sitting around a rather comfortable looking fire, the smell of cooked meat playing in the air. The grey robed man just seemed to have his plate in hand, but had yet to touch it. "Oi. Gust. It's going to get cold, eat something would ya?" The red eye man reached over and gave his friend a pinch, who blinked a few times and looked down at his plate. "Oh. Food. Thanks Burn." He picked up the leg of chicken and began to chew on it. "I swear Shade, it's your turn to look after him." The one called Shade, no doubt the black eyed man just stuck his tongue out at him. "Let him starve, he went a few days without eating before. When he wants to eat, he'll eat. Now pass me that damned wineskin." As the night went on a little bit, the two livier men were laughing and going over stories, while the other man just...
Well he was sleeping...or...no, his eyes were open, he was just...relaxed against a fallen log, just staring up at the sky with a dopey smile on his face.
