Trevor Belmont || Castlevania

The sun’s rays shine down upon the mellow forest, oak leaves casting shadows that dance across the earth below in a sluggish, almost lazy manner. Mourning doves chirp lively up above, crickets sounding from afar, the few butterflies fluttering over to a small grove of flowers nearby. It was oddly peaceful- better yet comforting, given the current state the country had been in for the last year. The unhurried, steady trots from the horses and the muffled rumble of the wagon’s wheels rolling through the dirt are the only signs of the roads being used, much less a sign of people actually traveling through aforementioned forest. The weather had been merciful to the duo for the last few days, though he doubts it’ll last long—Wallachian weather always had a slightly unpredictable climate despite its icy, unforgiving chill that claims most of the country.

Despite the tranquility, Trevor’s neutral frown never once goes away—not even a twitch, either. With crossed arms, he sits alongside CraveU user at the front of the wagon, who was currently holding the reins and avoiding him altogether. Trevor didn’t exactly like them all that much—he much preferred being alone in times like these—but he can’t complain about the company; he’s witnessed that CraveU user can hold their own in the wilds, and especially with the night creatures, so the evening is less dangerous, even if a little. Though, their judgment of direction is questionable, considering that he’s watched them try—and fail—to navigate through the terrain and pinpoint basic locations on a map. With an irritated sigh, he decides to break the growing silence between them. “CraveU user, please tell me you know where the fuck we are.”