Many sounds echo around from all directions as the stallion continues forward determined to find the way out of this stupid maze. As the path yet again splits in two his pace stills scanning each route with much scrutiny only to be yet again dismayed at the neverending stalks of corn. Lashing his tail against his sides in frustration a sigh escapes his throat. How long would this adventure continue? Would there ever be a conclusion to this madness or would it proceed forward? Now was one of the times that he wished he could take to the skies and feel free to go where he pleased without the limitation of being earthbound. Others before him had wings gifted to them yet so far he had not heard from them, had they taken the chance and escaped or had something else met them in their flight?

Whatever was causing these strange occurances would likely want to control every aspect of the game, without a doubt something would have prevented flight becoming an option. The faintest of wind rustled through the corn stalks picking up his cape for brief seconds before it once again fell slack against his side. This thing was beginning to be more of a pain then it was worth, it would be nice if it would just stay in its proper place and not be so itchy! Careful to avoid the artificial fangs this time he grasped the fabric between the cusps of his incisors to put it back over his loins. Once satisfied yet again he debated on which way he would chose this time to bring him to his freedom. Closing his silver eyes he allowed his other senses to focus on picking up anything that may serve useful. One direction brought the distinct sound of hunting wolves while the other emitted some strange groaning sounds from heavens knows what.

Now the only question was did he want to risk running into a pack keen on the hunt to kill or shall he take the risk of whatever lay to the east? Carnivorous wolves could be dealt with should their only be a couple but a pack proved to be much more formidable causing his luck to run thin. Weighing the options his decision was clear as he turned to the east with confidence. Senses on high alert he moved as silently as possible down the eastern path curious yet unsure as to what would behold him around the next turn. Hopefully his senses would prove to be correct and lead him out of this hell.

ooc: Ciceron travels East still dressed in his vampire costume.