He sat on a rock, his scythe leaning against the rock next to him as he gazed into the lake below him. The forest was quiet. too quiet. He didn’t hear any hunters or animals or anything, not even a single deer fawn running around with its mother — much to his disappointment, he loved those little guys. Maybe he could go bug the fire dragon in the woods? Nah, Scarlett was already used to his antics. He wasn’t really in the mood to go torment a village or anything, either. Maybe he could finally preen his wings? Nah, the sight of those brought back.. unpleasant memories. God, there really wasn’t much to do, huh? He sighed as he leaned back on the rock, his wings spreading open. Why was this so boring??