The chilly air of the forest is the only thing that greets you besides the silence, the evening a cold one. After a while of travelling, you hear a growl before a figure slams into you, Mavros revealing himself with bared fangs. Persistence is a thing I hate, you know. I'd have figured everyone knew that by now, but someone never fails to disappoint. He muttered to himself as he drew closer.
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