As Daxterian never slept it was easy for them to accommodate theirself  to the rising sun. Morning began to stretch and the sweet smell of emotions were high in the air. Daxterian floated towards their three wonderfully preserved bodies and looked them over extatically, ready to put on a face and "make some friends" .  After a few moments they had made his decision. Their choice was obvious his first body ever seized would be the one used today.

As the sun rose over the mountainside creating the dence midmorning fog his eyes opened. With a large stretch Alister malking stepped from his tomb. Dressed in his long cloak the red haired male looked about with fresh eyes ready to start his morning. The soul inside of Alister was happy moving him around. He walked around the desolate destroyed home he had loved so many years and began his walk. 

Alister had decided he needed to find people. Grabbing a knife and a bag for supplies he took off. Heading south east ready for whatever might come his way


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