[OOC]Anyone can join, i'm getting back into this.

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Ewan stalked through the woods, his golden eyes glowing brightly in the dark. He stopped as he reached a tree, and listened. He could hear the wind crashing through the trees, the animals seemed to make too much noise to his overly sensitive hearing.

Snap. He stiffened suddenly and looked to his left, from which the noise had come, and he smiled thinly. A deer had just walked into the clearing, and it didn't know he was there. He carefully took his bow off his back and knocked an arrow. Drawing back the bow, he calmed his breathing and released, watching in satisfaction as the arrow flew true, and impacted in the creatures heart.

Ewan crouched over the dead animal, slowly cutting away the best parts of the meat, and carried them over to the fire to cook, and as he was placing the meat down, he heard footsteps approaching from the east, in an instant he turned and a sword of ice was in his hands.

[OOC] Alright, anyone can join

The moon was almost completely hidden, shrouding the forest in something close to total darkness. The night was still but not unnaturally so, the wind rustled the trees gently and the various nocturnal creatures made the usual sounds. Of course, they quietened when the intruder crept past, no matter how silently, but he could still hear them in the distance. Although it was almost too dark to see anything, the tall man made almost no sound as he made his way through the woods. The night was not particularly warm but nor was it cold either. Chilly. His dark green cloak was wrapped in a bundle across his back, along with his curved, single-edged sword but he paid the cold no mind.

There were certain advantages to being a Dreamwalker. This was the first time he had made this journey in the waking world but he had travelled it several times in Tel'aran'rhiod and so he knew exactly where he was headed, even without the unnaturally eerie light of the world of Dreams. Of course, he could have lit his way but that would have made him an eary target for anyone else travelling these woods and although it would take him all night to reach his destination, he did not want to alert anyone to his presence.

He took a slice of dried and spiced beef from his belt pouch and chewed on it as he walked. His single dark blue eye narrowed as he caught sight of a campfire and he stopped, gulping the last of the beef down. Quietly drawing his heavy belt knife, he crept forward silently, his soft boots making almost no sound. As he approached the fire, he saw one man placing slices of meat over the fire with his back to him, a bow as well as a quiver bristling with arrows lay on the ground beside him. Yet it was neither man's very presence or the fresh meat that interested him. The hunter could channel. Good thing I Masked the Glow. Hiding his own channeling ability was one of the first things he did before setting going anywhere and it sometimes seemed foolish but now, he was grateful for that particular habit.

He had barely stepped into the light when the archer spun to face him, a sword of ice appearing in his hands. It was not the sudden appearance of the sword that surprised the one-eyed man, surprise that did not show on his heavily scarred face, but the man's eyes. They shone like burnished gold in the night. Wolfkin. And a channeler. There seemed to be more and more of those these days. But then, the old Talents were re-emerging with the approach of Tarmon Gai'don.

He gave the shorter man a smile. "Peace favour your sword, Wolfbrother. Suravye ninto manshima taishite." His Shienaran accent was strong in his deep gravelly voice. "Mind if a fellow hunter joins your fire?" He motioned to the flames, completely disregarding the Wolfbrother's sword woven with saidin. He had also once favoured that use of the Power, back in his very early days as a soldier--Peace, but it feels like an Age ago!--but a few near misses convinced him it of limited practicality. It only applied the Source to his ability as a swordsman and did not develop his channeling ability.

His one remaining blue eye fixed the two golden in the pause before the man's answer.