rain pattered the ground outside of the cave, soft footsteps echoing off of the stone walls. aethlen sat down atop a boulder, pulling off his quiver and propping it up against where he sat. he glanced up occasionally, toward the vines that hid his cave. he'd always been on edge since his travel companion, dorian, had died. he'd lived with dorian for two years- the man had been human. they'd found each other in the wreckage of a xozan-korian battle, as the only two alive for at least a few miles. they'd teamed up originally to help each other out, but then they'd become friends. dorian had drowned just a few months ago.

aethlen picked up a cloth, silently polishing one of his arrowheads. most of them were encrusted with dried blood. he was an efficient hunter, though it was a little harder since the region was just coming out of winter.

his long hair was pulled into a loose, messy braid, a pale golden colour- almost like fine sand. he brushed his hair out of his eyes- he had three eyes. the third was right beneath his left eye, and oftentimes it was closed. his irises were bright red. aethlen readjusted his white cloak as he picked up another arrow, sighing. the hem was tearing. he'd need to repair that soon.