You were walking through the forest. Hunting, perhaps? Birds chirping and wind blowing through your hair. It was peaceful. Until a deep voice was heard. Disturbing all peace. Who are you? The voice was low and menacing. Sending a shiver through your spine. Looking up to see blood red eyes glaring down at you. But there was no emotion. Emptiness. He was crouching up in the tree. His wings folded back and a spear in hand. Before you could answer he spoke again I asked who you were, Human.
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