centurion on rwby

Far from Home Chapter 1.

 The Centurion looked around and saw the forest he was in, and around him, were more or less the same trees and vegetation he had seen around the area; however, he noticed interesting plants, ones which he had no knowledge off as he picked up a mushroom and looked at it with curiosity as he placed it in his bag, something for later.

And as he got up, he groans as he could feel his shoulder sear in pain from what had happened earlier as he let out a pained growl and looked to his bandaged shoulder. And feeling he wouldn't need it, he snuffed out his torch, would rather not give his position away so needlessly."Per deos dolet hoc, non mirum sanatores dicunt non sine nobis sagittas removere...Vah, sat cito sollictus sum. (By the gods is this painful, no wonder the healers say do not remove arrows without us...Bah, I'll worry about that soon enough...)" The Centurion cursed to himself as he figured he would bother with it later.He then took another supply check and soon, went off, walking around the forests, taking in the greenery that soon enough, he would begin to dislike.Various trees, plants, and woodland critters, some he had seen back in Rome, others that piqued his curiosity, but as a Legionnaire, he had to press on. And through his walk, he soon came across a dear, seeing it near one of the berry shrubs. Acting on curiosity on the world around him, he hid behind a nearby bush to observe it.Training often made it clear to avoid foraging, especially with berries, since he's cut off from the Legion, exceptions must be made. He observed through the greenery and saw that the Deer nibbled on the fruits and seemed to enjoy it. And as the Centurion tried to observe more, he stepped on a fallen leaf and it made a crunching sound.It alerted the deer, and before he could get closer, it immediately fled as the man sighs, but turned his attention to the shrub containing the remaining berries.He took one and popped it into his mouth as he could feel his brows go up in approval and a smile was felt across his face as he took another and popped it in, the same effect. And as he enjoyed this simple pleasure, he began to take what he could from the shrub and placed it in his food pack. At least his food wouldn't taste like shit.He soon wondered further and as he walked around, using his ears to listen for any predators, he swore he had the soft gushing of water nearby and soon went to that direction, picking up any dry branches, leaves and any kindling he could find.

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He took off his helmet, wiped his brow and immediately placed it back on, and as a result, he moved to find the stream.The Centurion then gave his thanks to the gods for yet another kind mercy, and began to collect the water, he tried it out, and it was pure, or least he thought so, it didn't reek of anything bad, or if anyone had took a dump into his fine river.Smiling at it, he filled until his waterskin was nearly filled to the brim and moved to find better shelter.Time had passed and he noticed that the sun was preparing to set, as he increased his pace, found a well-made cave, even some savage's cave art.Ignoring a savage's art, he moved onto the cave, using his ears to guide his way through the dark, keeping his sword at the ready, and if it be not enough, then his fists shall answer the call.He continued through the darkness, cursing his mistake of not bringing that with him, could've kept the torch, but alas, nevermind, another thing he should worry about another time...And as he pressed on, he noticed there was a small light at the end, faint flickers of flame, he could see it, like the god of fire gave him another blessing.Perhaps...the gods wanted him to be here. Or rather, put him through more of these damnable woods. Silvanus forgive him, but the Centurion would prefer to find civilization here, lest the madness he heard would cling onto him.He moved closer and saw that there was a still-lit torch on a small area built onto the stone, along with a small campsite, as if someone had been here and had left, that idea became quite evident after a through check of any supplies or left-behind goods.The Centurion moved over and sat on something soft and rather comfy for an abandoned campsite, he brushed a hand against it and soon enough, felt that whatever he was sitting on, was quite soft and pleasant to sit on.He soon sat down and repeated the process of starting the fire once again, smiling at the fact the fire was lit on the campfire as he had a better look on his surroundings.The commander looked at where he was sitting from what he could tell from the glow of the fire, it looked like a cot, yet far more comfortable than the ones the soldiers occasionally slept on. Once again, soft. Perhaps someone of high birth stayed here and soon took off? Or they simply left this cot here?Ah, who knows, at least he has somewhere slightly more comforting to rest on. Soon enough, he moved to unpack his food as he counted his rations, he hoped to find a town or more berries to forge, even some of these mushrooms that grew from the forest trees.With a sigh he moved to consume another part of his hard biscuit, this time, popping in another berry to find any difference. To his disappointment, there was little, but the small fruit's juices did make the biscuit more tolerable to consume. How ironic...The man then let out a chuckle, looking into the fire's light. "Quam per ironiam ego Centurio, circum silvas pabulary quales duco cum domo mea vinum bibi! (How Ironic for I, a Centurion to be foraging in the woods like the men I lead when I could have been enjoying wine at my home!)" He complains as he opens the other waterskin, containing his bosca and drank it, taking a bigger swig before stopping, letting out a sigh of relief when the effects set in, letting him cool off.And once calm and relaxed, he set his supply down and gently threw a stick into the fire to keep the flame alit, he looked around to see the sites, and nodded in approval of the small campsite;Aside from the campfire, and cot, there wasn't much, however, interestingly, there was a faint glow of white light coming from another part of the cave.Out of curiosity, The Centurion took off his helmet and set it aside as he moved closer, sword in hand if needed for any hidden predators, even if it was little more than a rat, even rats could kill you one way or another.The Centurion continued to venture further into the cave, taking a nearby torch to give light, and the man ventured forward...______________________________________________________________________________