#cfthewilds

[leonum-matrem-blog]

     Did I just catch a glimpse of the Native American Host I’ve been praying to the Media Gods to give me?

[leondxs]

@cfthewilds

The extensive forests surrounding Falkreath were still in the moonlit twilight. Leondas always favored it this way, enjoying the peace and quiet that would only be disturbed by the occasional cry of a lone owl. The vampire always found Falkreath to be one of his more favored regions of Skyrim, since it reminded him of home. The thick woods gave him a sense of comfort and belonging.

The Bosmer was not out hunting. He’d fed only a short time ago. So recently that he still smelled of blood, Imperial to be exact. He did not worry over hiding his scent nor any blood that might have spilled its way onto his leather garb, he did not plan on meeting anyone so late in the night in such a secluded wood.

But he would soon realize that he was not alone in the forest. An unfamiliar scent would waft by in the gentle breeze, sending the creature into a tense, cautious stance.