The corner of his eyes were crinkled only slightly as he looked upon the forest from his position at it's outer boundaries. As his eyes searched the expanse of brown and green, barely penetrating the shadows that began feet within, memories of a youth spent terrified of the place and the training required within it idly playing in the back of his mind. At least, that was until he'd begun to come into his own, and the relationship of fear between himself and the forest flipped. Even now, some distance from the treeline itself, the sound on the edges of the forest were quieter than they were deeper within, the touch of his aura a source of avoidance for the smaller, more talkative critters. On animals it tended to create a flight or fight response, while with people it has often been described as a mix between an oily cling to the skin that soap and water couldn't quite get rid of while he was around, or a taste in the air that created something like an acidic tang to the back of the tongue when breathed in. Some seemed to ignore it entirely, but animals in the wild, they never did.
With the thumb of his right hand, he flicked the butt of the cigarette he held in a loose grip between two fingers, letting the ashes trickle into the grass before he pulled it to his lips for another drag, before his hand returned to it's place, his arms spread with forearms loose against his knees. He was squatting, balanced comfortably against the flat of his feet, and as always he wore a custom fitted three piece suit that was as casual as it was dressy, utterly functional considering what he may be required to do while within it. Today's was midnight blue on black, his shoes a two tone of each color in a matching style to the rest of it.
For the moment, he expected no guests, no strangers, and every so often the fingers of his loose hand would twitch as if he were tallying numbers silently, or otherwise going through figures that were currently kept within his mind.
With the thumb of his right hand, he flicked the butt of the cigarette he held in a loose grip between two fingers, letting the ashes trickle into the grass before he pulled it to his lips for another drag, before his hand returned to it's place, his arms spread with forearms loose against his knees. He was squatting, balanced comfortably against the flat of his feet, and as always he wore a custom fitted three piece suit that was as casual as it was dressy, utterly functional considering what he may be required to do while within it. Today's was midnight blue on black, his shoes a two tone of each color in a matching style to the rest of it.
For the moment, he expected no guests, no strangers, and every so often the fingers of his loose hand would twitch as if he were tallying numbers silently, or otherwise going through figures that were currently kept within his mind.