Probable M Rating for Kanimir's potty mouth and general lack of morals
To be completely honest, nature had never appealed to Kanimir all that much. It was pretty, he'd admit, and the chaotic way it overtook anything and everything in its path through sheer determination of life and will appealed to him, but all in all, he simply found it...bothersome. So many ways to die confined within one simple category of life, be it a poison fruit, deadly sap, itching leaves, treacherous waterfalls, the list went on. Nim was by no means afraid of death, he welcomed the Reaper's attempts with a fist of steel and a flashing grin, but the repeated attempts by a seemingly non-sentient entity were beginning to get vaguely vexing.
His current predicament was also nature's fault, he had decided. Every tree and leaf looked the same, every bend in a path long overtaken by grass identical to the dozen beforehand thanks to the flickering shadows of sun trying to break through thick foliage, creeping vines trailing up tree bark. Kanimir did not
get lost, had been travelling the world far too long to allow such a thing, but now he found himself....waylaid. Yes, that was a good word for it.
It would be tempting to just blow up the forest, a little bit of Rivening here and there, watch the bothersome nature turn itself inside out and rip into tiny bits...but he had more self control than that. There
were beings who lived in the woodlands, after all, both sentient and otherwise, and a sadistic, chaotic bastard he might have been, but they had never personally offended him or had their names stuck on a piece of paper for him to hunt, so he supposed murdering them in cold blood would be perhaps a bit extreme. Keithia was also in the forest with him, and while he was confident he could keep her from harm, he doubted the nymph would look kindly on him destroying a swathe of her nature.
Sighing softly to himself, the Chaosbringer continued to shred the large tree leaf in his hands, pale eyes roving over the surrounding area, attempting to pinpoint a source of light through the thick trees and shrubbery around him. Everything looked the same, light breaking through the foliage in deceptive patches, and he had honestly no idea when or where he had gone off the beaten path. How
vexing.
To make everything worse, the forest was
quiet. An oppressive silence that pressed down on him like heavy rain. He disliked it, greatly, tingles racing through his fingers with every second he sat, comfortably at least, in the 'peaceful serenity' of the woodland realm. How
boring. He would have to take note to never, ever get lost in the forest again - not lost, waylaid.
He wondered how long it would take Keithia to start looking for him.
