Rare Regrets {OPEN}

((ooc: I hope that this won't contribute to her sadness.))

The trees swayed in the morning winds, whispering their words of guidance to anyone who could hear and was willing to listen. The grass rustled as animals and insects moved through it, whispering of a presence to one another. The birds in the trees grew silent and the grass was silenced as a lone figure stepped carefully through the forest. 

The figure was most definitely male, the broad shoulders and squared jaw giving it away. He was decked from head to toe in black clothes. The black pants were worn and stitched in some places where he had been attacked. His black sleeveless shirt had a recent stitch on it's right side, where a bullet had passed. 

The most interesting thing about this boy was his emerald green eyes. They were hard and calculating, checking over anything that seemed suspicious. A branch, recently broken caught his eye. 

Ghost walked over to the tree and studied the branch. It seemed to be an older branch that splintered on the slightest impact. He looked farther down until he found tracks. Human tracks. He studied them more, recreating what the person had been doing with his mind. Those prints are too small to be a male...young female maybe. She came from the district, not to hunt, but to be alone. She ran north... 

Ghosts analysis went on until he could hear something. A low whine came from behind a few bushes that had been trampled. He turned to the massive oak that was behind him and started to climb. His three weapons knocked against each other and his back as he climbed. 

The light sword was always slung across his back and so was a new addition to his small collection. A firearm that he had effectively named "Scar". His hunting knife still was in his thigh sheath as he would never abandon it. When he thought he had climbed high enough, Ghost glanced down into the small clearing...and his stomach dropped. 

In the clearing was a girl that he knew. Dwyn. They had fought each other the day they had met and teamed up afterwards to scare a girl with a bow. But that girl, who had the fire in her eyes, could not be the same as the one he saw here. It was her though, and he knew it. 

He dropped down a few branches until he was only a few feet above Dwyn, and jumped. He landed behind her silently and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Dwyn. Are you okay?" he asked.