A man trudged through the forest, cursing and complaining to himself as he did so,
"Stupid.. That was stupid. Why did I do that? He didn't need any help... He did fine last time... So why?! Why did you do that you idiot! Just because you feel guilty?"
He rambled for no one to hear, as he continued to trudge. This man in question was dressed in black, Gothic armour that was worn in places, as if it had been pulled from the grave, and yet at the same time also seemed perfectly fitted to his frame, rather than something bought from the store.
Which was probably better for him, considering that he had a deathly thin frame.
His skin was white as bone, clinging tight to his skeleton underneath, giving him gaunt and deathly features, while long black hair hung into his face. A pair of softly glowing emerald eyes were constantly fixed into a permanent scowl as he chastised and complained to himself.
