by Yang » 11/01/2018 4:06 PM
They were made for more tropic conditions and warmer weather, but Goh did not mind. Infact, he almost always felt fine all the time. The cold wasn’t noticed, despite the way his body shivered and shuddered, and what bit of awareness still hung around in his mind took joy in the way his breath was noticeable in the cold air. The rest of his awareness was on an autopilot, that seemed heartily stuck on following Ivicus’ orders.
Hand on the hilt of his sword, he took off through the tree’s, ducking, diving, and leaping silently through the dusted underbrush. His kind were made for running and terrain battleground, and moving through the underbrush was an easy enough task. The hard part was re-linking up with his brothers in arms, who were atleast a few miles off, chasing down a suspect with information to the enemies front lines.
He slowed to a stop, head snapping to and fro, picking out a thin trail and bounding down it with precise decision. It was these faint trails that smaller mammals used that always turned out to be key for scouting ahead. Very few on either side bothered to check out such faint map lines. Goh was smart though, and he’d spent a long time (how long had it been? He couldn’t remember..) running back and fourth along the tree’s, taking out enemies (or so he thought, it was all such a heavy blur) that he quickly learnt that all these trails stopped by an important spot; the river.
His running gradually came to a stop, breathing a little heavier but not a ton. He was far more interested in a faint ‘click’ felt in the back of his mind; his brothers were in the range of their mental bond.