[ OOC- writing as Rayam, http://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=10755&pid=647396#pid647396 ]
He walked into the clearing, the others had already left, but not to long ago from what he could tell, putting his hand over the old fire pit.. the embers where still warm, the fire hadn't been out that long. He stood up, slowly turning in a circle.. He could still feel them.. there essences still lingered even after they had gone.
He noticed a small red spot in the dirt .. walking over to it and squatting down, put his fingers in the red liquid and bringing them to his nose, blood, old blood at least 12 hrs old, that of a deer that had been killed.
Slowly standing up he moved around the small clearing and stopped where the tent had been, nodding to himself, this is where some of them had slept.. and looking up into the trees, he knew some had been up in the trees, more then likely elf people. He could tell that there had been at least 6 of them, perhaps more. Then he stopped and starred off to the northwest, like he was focusing his attention on something. A small smile creeped over his face, the others had gone off that way, he smiled again this time with a look of evil, " well, I think I'm just going to head that way myself." he said to himself and started walking in the same direction the others left.
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