Eight bodies lay mangled and strewn all about at the mans feet, blood marking the trees and grass around him. Cyn cleaned off his blade with the shirt of one of the fallen, looking around quietly as the sun had started rising. He walked over, facing the sun and took to his knees before removing his bow, arrows and daggers and laying them before him. He looked to the sun, lowering his head in a solenm prayer.
"Father of all, guide my steps into the deepest of darkness. Take my bow, and let my arrows fly true and my bow sing songs of death to mine enemies. Take my blades, make them drip with the foul darkness' life blood. Light created me, shadow has taken me. I am your instrument. Use me. If my friend lives, let me find her. If she has fallen, let me bring the fear of the night once more into mans soul. Let them love light, as I once did."
Cyn bowed softly over the weapons, then stood and put them where they belong. He looked towards the rest of the fields, he knew she was out there somewhere. She was strong and able bodied, few would test her mettle and live.
He stopped and froze as he watched a pack of wolves move into what seemed a fresh kill, but by no animal he'd seen. He smiled widely, pulling the crimson hood up and sprinting towards the kill. She was alive.
The wolf pack scattered as a flaming arrow hit near them, sending them off back to the path they came as the hooded man approached the kill. He muttered and spoke softly to himself, observing the cuts and removal of the hide and meats. It would have taken a strong hunter to bring down such a boar. He turned, looking at the grass to see if he could spot any tracks, but to no avail.
He raised his head, looking out over the horizon, seeing the vast, desolate lands so many referred to as the 'Lone lands'. She must have gone that way, surely the Eglain would offer to help her. He gathered himself and began to move on from the kill sight, making his way to the foul lands, filled with beast and orc alike.
Cyn pulled his crossbow over his shoulder, letting it rest as it nestled in his arms. He continued to sprint, in all hopes of finding his friend.
