Fog, that was the first thing that came to mind whenever he first saw the forest, and it was hard not to; the place was filled with it... which made sense, knowing what kind of things it usually did. Its desire to trap people inside; it must be satisfied because of it.
The trees, he could barely figure them out, but they looked strangely shaped; the wood was dark and curved a lot, and there were also no leaves, hollow on the upper side.
The grass's color seemed to change whenever you entered the forest, turning to a darker purple.
'Scary-looking forest, what can I say.' He was quite happy he had nothing to do with it, and that he didn't have to enter it. Since it really just didn't match his mood at the moment, it was too ugly for his liking,
'But no, seriously, I'm very happy that I don't have to enter this wicked thing. Who knows what kind of people it was going to force me to talk to.' He could already imagine it: meeting someone from his past, it made him shiver slightly.
