Specter Knight had been wandering through the Forest of Magic, making himself scarce in the realm he was in by remaining off the nearest path, yet keeping it in sight for a couple of reasons. One, he disliked the sunlight that peeked through with less difficulty with the absence of foliage blocking it out, and two, getting lost wasn't exactly something he wanted to do.
Scythe at the ready, he effortlessly cut any shrub or vine in his way, less out of necessity and more to keep his appearances up. If it worked as it should, his plan should keep others from attacking him for fear of being met with the same fate by the menacing cloaked figure. So far, it was, and Specter Knight was content in that.












