Oppel walked through the forest, but it wasn't easy. Almost every step he took it seemed as though he stumbled over a root or plant of somekind. But he didn't really mind and he could never be angry at the forest. Along his walk he noticed few animals. Sure there were a couple deer here and there but not much of anything else. The occasional bird flew overhead when it heard Oppel beneath, making Oppel look up at it and causing him to trip over something once again. Oppel chuckled as he had to continuously brush himself off from the dirt that gathered on his clothes. As Oppel got deeper into the forest he got more and more of a lone feeling. It felt as though he was the only creature in this part of the forest making him feel uneasy. However he continued to venture through the woods. Several times he heard the snap of twigs making him spin around looking for what had done it. But as he looked down he noticed the broken twigs under his foot. Perhaps the emptiness and echoed the snap. Oppel now tired, continued on his way thrugh the forest. Soon enough he found himself at a heavily wooded area, and unless he found that he wanted to be scraped and cut by the trees and branches he decided to stop and take a rest before finding another route around. He sat down not very close to any tress and began fiddling with some nearby leaves. He sat there for several minutes before getting up again and walking back through the forest to find an alternate route.

Soon the sounds of horse's hoof's beating on the ground where sounded... as a figure in the distance slowly came into view.... A woman wearing that robes of a mage but a elvish saber and Chankarm hung at her side. Her eyes where wild like that of a pure mustang, but her eye color was different... a very light blue with a tint of purple. Black, raven hair hung down to her waist and chin-length silver bangs hung down infront. Her rodes, where made of some sort of martierial that seemed to turn multi colored when the sun hit it, though normally blue in color. But her mount was most curious, for she rood upon the back of a Nightmare... with a coat black as her hair and it's eyes seeming to contain the fires of hell. When the woman came into view she slowed down her stead. a smirk played upon her lips and she raised her chin a little, her stead bringing it's head up.