Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24806884-20140505170421/@comment-24806884-20140715155050

Darting through the leaves of the crimson wood Robert leapt from tree to tree with barely any sound. His feet would only touch the bark of the wood for a second before he was off to the next branch. While he could still be seen with the naked eye, he made less noise then a squirrel and left the trees quiet and peaceful, not even causing them to rustle. No one could here him, he was as quiet as a church yard letting the natural sounds of the wood drown out what little echo his foot falls made.

Stopping suddenly and without any indication Robert perched himself on a long and thin branch that sat only three meters from the ground. Here he absently reached down to his combat boots and drew a long three inch dagger and placed it between his teeth. And then he watched and he waited.