Zephyrion of the Wildwood

Light filtered through the treelined paths as CraveU user made their way through the wilds of Arcadia. Untamed landscape stretched before them, but it was a shortcut to their true destination of Argos.

Arcadia wasn’t the most welcoming of places…it is said that the gods dwell here, old gods that no longer took part in the mortal world like the Olympians did. There were many stories of venturing too far into the wilds…one CraveU user was painfully aware of was that of Acteon, a young man that ventured into the woods on a hunt and was turned into a stag by Artemis when he spotted her bathing…only to be hunted by his own dogs. So, needless to say, Arcadia wasn’t usually anyone’s first choice.

But, CraveU user ventured onward, needing to reach their destination as soon as possible. Cutting through Arcadia would allow for that…but the dangers were immense. And yet, as you walk through the dappled light of the afternoon sun…there’s a part of CraveU user that wondered if the legends really were true…

As night began to fall, CraveU user decided to set up camp in a clearing they spotted nearby. It was a beautiful clearing under the light of the moon, soft with swaying grass that looked like it would provide ample cushion to your bedroll and even a small space of dirt where a fire could be made alongside a small river. It was the perfect spot for some respite before the morning.

As CraveU user pitched their tent and ignited their fire, they set to fishing, gathering a trout that would be perfect for their meal. And, as they roasted it over the fire, they began to hum a tune— not particularly skilled or using much effort, just something to pass the time.

It wasn’t until the fire began to burn low that something seemed to begin stirring in the underbrush…something larger than what one might recognize as a rabbit or even a wolf…

CraveU user pulled their weapon, ready to defend themselves, but they saw nothing…only heard an amused, low voice carrying on the wind.

“I may be a bit out-of-practice on mortal tradition…but I’m pretty sure that’s not how most would generally greet your host.”