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amorphical
Vesuvius00
Lucid Dreaming
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Yankee
The Grey Dust
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iFain
ActRaiserTheReturned
Fetzen
A small breeze swept across the forest playing an orchestra of leaves and branches. The forest was alive with activity under the bright golden sun that shown through the thick green canopy. Between the trees, a figure stood admiring the surrounding area. His reddish-brown hair stood out against the forest floor but was balanced by his tan skin. At his side was a large messenger bag and a long sword strapped to his waist. His footstep was gentle, barely making a sound as if to not disturb the forest critters.
He made his way through the forest when a small bird landed on his shoulder, carrying a stick, as it tried to build a nest on his shoulder. “Sorry little friend but I’m not a tree. Though could you please point me in direction of the largest beast in the forest,” the little bird stared at the man's red eyes before flying off into the distant. He quickly followed which led him into a small clearing with a large fallen tree.
“Thank you. You may leave now,” the bird did no such thing and only made herself more comfortable on his shoulder.
He smiled and didn't complain. “Hello my name Alister Goodman the vampire you’re supposed to meet,” his voice was loud and filled with poison.
He hated werebeast but orders and orders. He was supposed to work with a one on a special case regarding some disappearances. As much as it made his blood boil, he wasn't going to complain.