(๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐น)โ male. 18. tags: mason
Lorin was relieved that he seemed to be alone. As he had predicted, most of the other tributes had gone to the forest. Slowing to a walk, the district 3 tribute slowed to a walk. He still couldn't see anything special abount the location he picked, and nerves wormed in Lorin's stomach as he regretted the choice of not choosing a weapon. It didn't matter, he had to find water and food, then think about something to protect himself. Taking one last look behind him, Lorin was shocked to actually see someone there. Cursing his break in pace, Lorin startled again, quickly changing directions and sprinting northeast. It was almost to late before Lorin realized that the ground fell away into a gorge. Turning around again, he realized the tribute pursuing him had a bloody trident in his hand. This was not good. Lorin realized, turning to face the newcomer as he couldn't flee farther without falling off.