The said man was wandering the old path that would run pass the cabin his feet bare on the soft leafy ground. His face shadowed by the black hooded cloak he wore. At his sides two curved swords both old yet new. Along his back was a tattoo one he had gotten to show his rank. He was trained to kill but also trained to heal as a raven elite. A few strands of blue hair slipped passed the hood catching the light of the moon. He didn't stall or slow when he passed the cabin but looked at it and silently wondered where a female he loved had gone off to. It had been centuries since he had seen her. Knowing she was a time traveler didn't help he never knew where or when she was. After a while he had stopped tryin to search for her.
"She will find me when she's ready" he muttered to the wind. He had been on his feet for weeks now. His body was getting tired and he knew soon it would be time to rest. Finding a cave near by a old lake that he faintly remember playing in, is where he camped. He hung his cloak and removed the metallic armor underneith setting them up he would wash them once he was clean himself. With all of his clothes stripped down and waiting to be washed he head over to the lake. The moon danced off his dark skin showing purple scars from battle that dotted and slashed a crossed a well tone yet still limber frame. Silently the water ripped as he sank into it cool mercy enjoying the soft embrace as he slipped under and allowed his body to relax.