<span style="color: #BF0000">Jeremi padded softly through the woods, not so much caring who heard him as for what plants he might step on. The way he figured it, if he was stupid enough to get caught by a beast or get too close to a beast's territory and said beast was not that scared of him, he probably deserved to get attack. Besides, other than cutting down the predator, there wasn't much the blonde could do to defend himself. Sure, he had a sword, but it would take time to draw it and in that time so many of his vital veins or organs could be ripped or punctured that really, what was the point in drawing it to begin with.<br/><br/>The wind did feel nice, breezing through his baggy shirt and pants. Just the right outfit to go hiking around in a forest that could possibly be the death of him. The breeze carried the light hint of the herbs it grew. Mint. Lemongrass. Thyme. Even some of the flowers he could smell, but he knew they had to be much closer to him otherwise they wouldn't have been on the air for him to scent. <br/><br/>Deciding to follow the scent, he walked along the trails that others had created before him, loving the light and dark patterns that danced along before his eyes. As he came upon the flower in question, a loud crack sounded and had Jeremi freezing, hand on the hilt of his sword. His eyes quickly scanned the area, trying to pick out what would have made the twig crack so loudly. He figured it had to be something heavy and was not liking the possibilities that were running through his head. <br/><br/>Biting his bottom lip, he slowly knelt and did a quick study of the flower. Sighing as it was not the one he wanted or even really needed, he left it be. Turning his head once more in the direction of the sound, he ran his hand through his hair. He had two options here: Just walk away and pretend he never heard the sound at all. The pro would be he wouldn't be looking for trouble while the con would be that if whatever was out there had caught his scent, then he was royally screwed. The other option was to follow in the direction of the sound might have come from. The pro, if something was hunting him, the hunter just became the hunted. The con was he probably wouldn't be able to kill the unknown enemy which was a pretty big con in Jeremi's mind.<br/><br/>He finally decided that nothing ventured, nothing gained and headed off in the direction of the sound. This time, he was actually focusing on being as quiet as possible, but every now and then, he still cracked a few twigs lightly or rustled a bush. Not too loud, but anything with better hearing than a human could probably hear it. </span>