Cayn had to wonder why he never grew tired of the blue tinge of the forest. Certainly it was not the fact that he was out here miles away from the nearest settlement. That actually made him more nervous than he would likely ever would be, no nearby workshop that he could commandeer if anything broke. No comfort of the crowd if anything went awry. However his job was that of a Huntsman. If he could not swallow these feelings down and take care of what he was tasked with doing, then why was he out here in the first place with his sword at his side.
There was not really any hurry to this mission, no Grimm had actually been seen attacking anyone and escaping. Nor was there a large gathering of them on the records in this area now. It was just a simple culling mission, kill anything that they came across as a preventative measure. Cayn started to feel lethargic as he walked alone in the forest. Roaming in a small area until the rest of the group that had been tasked to help arrived. His eyes and tail hung low as the monotonous movements took their toll.
Step after step he moved in rhythm, at least until the Faunus's toe caught hold of a branch that he could have sworn was not there before. Blue tinged leaves broke his fall better than his arms did, and Cayn merely laid there on the ground with his face in the dirt. There was a worry that the silver- blue tinge of his hair and ears would prevent him from being signaled to when the rest of the group gathered. But that only lasted a fraction. Still, laying here with his ankle twisted in an odd way was uncomfortable, so reluctantly he up-righted himself. If only to take a seat at the based of the culprit who had dared to grow its root in his path. Hopefully nobody took too long, otherwise he may just fall asleep.
There was not really any hurry to this mission, no Grimm had actually been seen attacking anyone and escaping. Nor was there a large gathering of them on the records in this area now. It was just a simple culling mission, kill anything that they came across as a preventative measure. Cayn started to feel lethargic as he walked alone in the forest. Roaming in a small area until the rest of the group that had been tasked to help arrived. His eyes and tail hung low as the monotonous movements took their toll.
Step after step he moved in rhythm, at least until the Faunus's toe caught hold of a branch that he could have sworn was not there before. Blue tinged leaves broke his fall better than his arms did, and Cayn merely laid there on the ground with his face in the dirt. There was a worry that the silver- blue tinge of his hair and ears would prevent him from being signaled to when the rest of the group gathered. But that only lasted a fraction. Still, laying here with his ankle twisted in an odd way was uncomfortable, so reluctantly he up-righted himself. If only to take a seat at the based of the culprit who had dared to grow its root in his path. Hopefully nobody took too long, otherwise he may just fall asleep.