(Meh, I personally am not sure how this will turn out, but there are very few rps in this setting... and I was bored...)<br/><br/>It looked like he had found another place with some people living.  At least from what he saw laying on the ground, some partially eaten bodies.  Each one looked like it had been left to decay for a few weeks, and missing a limb or two.  Judging by what was left of their weapons, a sling and a stone spear, they were probably hunters for a nearby village.  The question was where they from the ruins of that city he had seen as he was on his way here, or from the forest he had been moving through.  The road he had been following moved through the edge of said forest on its way to that city.  A city wasn't always the best place for a wanderer to just stumble upon.<br/><br/>Nate had to find them so he could decide if he should avoid them or not.  It depended on how much of a threat they would be, how they treated outsiders, or even the number of raiders in this area.  He had been traveling through some badlands with the rare pockets of people for a little over one moon.  It would be bad if the first place of civilization killed outsiders.  Or acted little better than raiders themselves.  It would be even better if freaks like him who had adaptations from his family were welcome like in his now dead tribe.  He did not want to relive that at all, fighting just because he was born with advantages that were not human.<br/><br/>At least he could pass for a regular human when not excited, or stressed out like when he was in a dangerous hunt.  His adaptations helped him be one of the best hunters in the tribe; his senses were twice as strong as a normal person’s, though not as strong as his mothers.  And his strength and speed were a little better than a normal person’s, of course not as good as his father's.  Giving him an advantage when he was in trouble or against the dangerous beasts in his forest home.  Past that he looked human unless he was excited, or very stressed like when he was cornered.  At those times his eyes seemed to shift to almost feline pupils, and the color changed from green to yellow-orange, like the eyes of one of those jungle cats he used to hunt back home.    He stood at almost 6 foot, a real oddity in this world alone.  Dark brown hair that looked like a mess, survival in the wastes outside the rare areas of civilization.  Only the small beginnings of some grey hair barely noticeable, he was about 29 years old.  His face had a little over a month worth of a beard and mustache.<br/><br/>Currently he had scavenged a dark leather duster from some raiders to replace the light furs he had been using for a while, and had gotten very damaged.  Plus some light shirts that fit this temperature better recovered from some ruins he had been scavenging through outside any real civilization, or raider territories.  He had found his current weapons in that same store.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Nate turned off the road and decided to turn into the forest.  He needed some food and find some water.  His water skin was almost empty hanging from his pack, and he only had a few strips of preserved meat for the sand wolves that had tried hunting him.  There would have to be something worthwhile to eat in this forest.  As he left the path, he pulled his bow, a thing so metal, or some other stuff.  The tag in the ruins that he had recovered it from on his trip said it was a ‘Compound Bow’.  No idea what that meant, but it fired arrows that did better than his now old and broken wooden bow that he had made while growing up.  Plus some arrows with metal tips, but seemed kinda flimsy, but worked.  It had saved his life.  That same set of ruins seemed to have some metal knives inside it.  He was lucky with that find.  It had saved his life against a pack of wolves.<br/><br/>Maybe while he was hunting in these woods he would find some of the people who lived in this area, and he could observe them to see what their tribes were like.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>