Who: Envy, Walter When: Sometime in the middle of the night Where: outskirts of the city Status: Completed Rating: PG
Dark as the night itself, and ever so quick upon four hooven feet, an ebony figure stole their way among what should have been the correct location to find his intended target. The sin was to locate the brat and his brother in order to move them from the countryside into Central itself; all under strict orders from the only one he answered to.
Everything had been grand, the sin had tracked the very unique scent of the shrew and their tin can of a brother all the way into the foggy forest about half a days travel away from the very hub of the countries commanding 'forces'; those expendable pawns that were only there under the guise that they were the ones in charge until it was deemed otherwise. He had planned on having a bit of fun with the brat, all prepared to come across them before Gluttony devoured anything that would have been considered a sacrifice. It wasn't until he stepped into what should have been a clearing where the scent would have been strongest, that the trail went completely cold.
Cold wasn't really the correct term, because Envy had the rather uncanny ability to track any human or creature alike that he had ever come in contact with, no matter WHERE they went. The term the sin was looking for was vanished, it and everything else was completely gone as if something had pulled the plug on his senses, rewired everything like a switchboard, and left him with nothing he was familiar with; his current guise standing still as a statue as he surveyed the landscape before him.
That was not something he was prepared to see with those currently soulless, empty eyes: a landscape like nothing he had ever seen before in his very LONG existence.