The forest around the CrimsonMoon territory never slept.
Even at dusk, when the sun bled itself out behind the jagged hills, the woods breathed…howls and hoots filled the air…creatures less known came out to graze as well. It was a vast stretch of evergreens… but mist filled it's base…for ages…a place where mystery and practicality, coexisted.
And through that living breath thundered two machines.
Their engines snarled against the quiet.
Dante and Archer, rode hard.
The roar of their bikes shredded the stillness as they cut through the sprawling woods surrounding the pack lands.
The road wasn't really a road…more a labyrinth of narrow dirt trails that dipped and curved between massive trees, threading into the outskirts of the settlement before twisting back into the wild.
The air was sharp with the scent of wet bark, oil….and over flowing rage.
They had been riding for what felt like hours, but neither had spoken a word.
