WHO: Ben Ferguson, open WHEN: Late afternoon WHERE: Woods WHAT: Investigating/Hunting RATING: TBC. Possible/probably language STATUS: Ongoing, open
He'd seen several "people" since he'd arrived in whichever goddamn place this was, but he hadn't stopped to speak to any of them. His priority was to find out where he was and how the hell he'd gotten here.
And he had to eat.
He'd kept to human form for now since he wanted to keep all his mental functions sharp, and he'd kept as much to the shadows as he could. This wasn't too difficult since he seemed to be in some kind of wood. He'd resisted the urge to take off his boots and move barefoot. After all, he didn't know where he was, and some of the folks he'd seen didn't seem human... to say the least. So there was no way of telling just what was under his feet and he didn't want to risk his ability to move quickly, at least not just yet.
The sound of a branch cracking drew his attention over to his right and he hunkered down behind the trunk of a large tree, lifting his head and sniffing the air while listening out for further sounds which might indicate just who - or what - it was that might be approaching. As he waited, his hand found its way into his boot and withdrew a knife which had seen some action in the past. Its familiar feel in his palm reassured him. There wasn't much he was afraid of, but he had to confess to himself that he was somewhat uncomfortable given how little he actually knew about his present situation.