08-05-2018, 02:58 AM
[align=center]RIDDLE ME THIS!
Edward had a warm coat over him, and he had black dress pants, not exactly the warmest thing, but he hadn't found anything else to wear. Warm fur boots loose over his feet and scraping them sorely helped him to at least travel through the snow without getting frostbite. He had a scarf wrapped around his face, and a backpack with food and a stolen shotgun. This wasn't exactly the look he liked for himself, but it was the look of survival. Trudging through the thick snow, probably not as thick as it could be considering it was summer, he'd find it easy in the cold. It was an environment he was used to, having grown up with his family in a cabin in the freezing woods. He preferred the cold, if anything. It was safe as far as he was concerned, it kept unexpected visitors out when they weren't prepared for the biting cold or hard blizzards.But he wasn't here because it brought back sentimental memory of family. In fact, that cabin had been anything but family. Just a shelter with distant people he could refer to as biological parents. He was here at Flintlock Lodge for the man here known as Scarecrow. A killer, a wolf, corrupted and twisted, similar to him. They had their own styles, if that's what it could be called, but really, the farmer's death was more for his gain than anything. He liked to play with most of his victims - though, Scarecrow seemed more interested in testing them, twisting them for his own education. It was intriguing.
He wanted to know more. That was why he'd asked for instructions - some warned him of the cold, how horrid the winters had been, and some told him how wondrous it was. He pried information out of them for the location, and now, he was going to learn from the source itself. He stopped, taking in the approaching small town, growing bigger and bigger the closer he got, and he halted as he checked behind him to make sure the shotgun he's taken from the farmer when he met the Scarecrow fellow was still there. Check. Now, to wait.