While Kalev liked to think of himself as one who genuinely enjoyed nature, there was something about Sirantil Valley that sent shivers down his spine. Perhaps it was the sheer knowledge that Connlaoth was not too far away from this seemingly peaceful valley; oh, Connlaoth, a place that had given him nightmares in the cold dead of the night, waking him from a sleep which should've been peaceful. He was comforted only with the fact that he was planning to be out of this valley in a couple of days or so, depending on how quickly he walked. But it was hard to be speedy when your thoughts lay of the sinister country to the west of here, who wanted you dead, just for being alive...
Kalev pulled his robes closer to his frail body, letting his feet press deeper into the ground, his toes wiggling in the moist earth. It seemed as if it had rained earlier today — a bad omen, Kalev couldn't help but think to himself. But despite that, he still trekked onwards, eager to be away from this place. Taking jobs from Connlaoth was troublesome business — only the mages, hovering in their covens, could hope to want their fortunes read, hoping that there would be some brighter change for the future. However — whenever Kalev only saw nothing but darkness in their midst... it broke them. And he could not simply lie to them to put a smile on their face.
He may as well have been a harbringer of despair, for those mages, who used his readings as their last string of hope. Instead of strengthen that rope, he only clipped it away... Kalev, his black blindfold tied smarty around his eyes, pushed the thought away from his memory, shaking his head. With one bare foot in front of the other, the valley was pretty much entirely foggy to him. He did not bother using much of the Foresight Aura when he wasn't in big towns and cities — or when he was in a rush. From experience, he knew this way would lead out of the valley, hopefully into a bigger and more welcoming place...
But then, he heard it, or rather, saw it, hanging in the fringes of the small aura he had cast around him — a small rabbit, hopping his way. It's nose twitched vehemently, muscles tense as it hopped his way, stopping near Kalev's feet, pawing at the edges of his black robe, hoping for some sort of salvation. Smiling faintly, the long-haired man picked up the rabbit, cradling it in his arms. "You seem troubled... does your future haunt you as well?" he asked, laughing slightly, only to put it down, hoping that it had been calmed, a little. Instead, the rabbit seemed even more afraid, hopping away faster than it had come...
How odd, he couldn't help but think, but soon, everything was made clear. A ginger, wolf-like creature loomed in the distance — or so, he thought one did. With a deft movement of his hand, he cast his aura out further, making the foggy valley less blurry. As he took steps towards where he figured the dog was, it turned out that, yes — it was a wolf... probably. It's aura was different, it didn't feel like a wolf, and no matter how much Kalev attempted to focus in on the creature, it still seemed a little ... off. Different.
"Were you chasing after that poor rabbit?" Kalev asked, stooping down to its level. His black robes sprawled out on the grass under him, his hand outstretched slowly, hoping to pet it, but knew the wolf should probably get his scent first. "You frightened the poor thing half to death, you did... Seems like you and I are both failures, my friend." He was kidding, of course, with a smile to prove it, but hell, the thing probably didn't even know what he was saying.
But why was its aura so funny? How peculiar...
