What's The Truth If It's A Lie ||Raed||

[Raed]

it's a lonely road, I know,
and nothing ever stands between a bullet and your soul;

He is alone in the forest, as he typically is. Companionship was awkward for him, cumbersome and difficult for him to navigate. It was not something he sought out willingly, though he occasionally stumbles upon it – or the other way around.

The forest is quiet, many of the sounds muffled by the thin blanket of snow. Clumps of it fall from the limbs above as the birds flit around the tops of them, and his cerulean coat is pulled taut over his brawny frame, an attempt to ward the chill in the air away. In the light of day, he does not blend in at all. His color is bright against the shadows of the trees and the starkness of the snow, but he is not concerned with being hidden.

He rounds a bend, and he sees her. Her head had turned sharply in his direction, but the way the trees and brush are growing have made it so he could see her, but she could not see him. She is young, and alone, and he can see the way she chooses to ignore what could have been a sign of danger. Raed is not malicious, but he cannot say the same for others.

He breaks from the brush, his movements still deftly quiet, until his low and level voice breaks through the silence. ”The forest is a dangerous place to let your guard down.” It is said with a quirk of his brow, and an almost amused upturn of his blue lips as his eyes sweep across her youthful face. ”Lucky for you, it’s just me.”

R A E D

@[Venus]