Caezel resisted the urge to throw leaves at the demon that flew out of the newly formed fog just as he came into the area. Opportunities constantly lost. Caezel wanted to tear something apart. Too many scents in one forest, they all mixed. Fairy scum, demons, angel blood - he stopped by to put a little of that in a spare empty flask, however little it ultimately was - and he got the scraps of. As usual.
Still, he had the opportunity to take... something down with him. He picked the closest scent and moved in that direction, rewarded - or perhaps punished - with the site of a wandering fairy hovering through the trees. Unfortunately, it was facing... his direction.
Oops. Turn around so I can sneak up on you... Caezel thought as he put a hand on the handle of his blade and the other on his pouch of potions. One way or another, he would accomplish something. Then follow that damn demon across the border so he could get himself an angel.
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