Arcan opened his eyes to a beautiful calm sky. There was no sign of a storm ever transpiring or even stirring. He sat up and looked around the immediate area. It was a beach with docks all around with a city not too far. Arcan checked his vest for his weapons but found nothing. He checked his back for his heavy weapons and found only his longsword. His boots he was wearing when the storm hit washed away in the sea. Great. My weapons are all gone besides a longsword. He got up and noticed that someone was watching him. It was an old fisherman. Best find out where I am. Arcan walked up to the fisherman and saw that he was blind. He tapped the fisherman's shoulder. "Hey, do you know what continent this is?" The old man turned his head in the wrong direction. "Don't rush me! I'll get to ya!" Arcan sighed. "Wrong way." "Oh." The fisherman looked at Arcan."Wassat? What country this is? It's Ea! Who doesn't know that?" "Well I'm a foreigner in these parts. What's that city nearby?" "That be Lomedor. A lot of crime goin on there. I'd rather be out here, away from all that for I'm an old man." Arcan was intrigued. Crime was apparently rampant in Lomedor and someone might be looking for a bounty hunter. "Perfect." "What? Speak up, I'm a little hard on hearing." "Never mind old man. Thanks for the info." Arcan started to walk away when 3 Crimson Dagger warriors appeared out of nowhere. "You're coming with us, bounty hunter!"

Arcan unsheathed his sword and gripped it with both hands. They were wet and he did not want it to slip out. "If you want me, come and get me!" Arcan kicked the center warrior and jumped onto a couple of crates. One of the warriors readied a bow and aimed it at Arcan. He jumped down onto the beach and the arrow was released. Arcan ran for his life toward the next dock and the warriors were in close pursuit. Arcan got to the dock and hid behind a crate. Arrows were flying all over the place as the other 2 warriors tried to jump over the crates. One landed in front of Arcan while the other slipped on the edge of the dock and fell face first onto the beach between the docks. Arcan thrusted his sword through the weak leather armour the warrior was wearing. The warrior was incapacitated and fell forward onto a crate. Several arrows hit where Arcan was and all broke through the big crate. There were more than expected. Arcan tried to take cover and the merchants ran. A couple of them were hit with arrows and soon Arcan was surrounded by warriors and rangers all over the place."We've got you."

Serenity flew quickly over the town. She had nowhere to go and was quite bored. Her bat like wings beating in the air, making a rhythmic noice. She stopped suddenly when she noticed a large group of people surrounding a man. Serenity smiled " looks like I get to ruin these human's plans."

She flew down a little lower, noticing the group closing in on the man " Well, this man must have done something very wrong to have this many people following."

She now spooped down towards him. To all the males she looked like an angelic being. she slipped her arms under his and lifted him in the air. He dangled their, only support being Serenity holding his arms. Her wings, looking like fluffly white angel wings to the crowd of men, beat hard. They where soon high above the group.

She then opened her thin pink lips " So, why are those men chasing you? You wouldn't by chance be a criminal that i should let go of right now, would you?"

Pierek was wandering, just following the smells of bakeries and blood and salt water, just for the sake of it. It was making him very hungry, and he decided it was meal time. He opened his eyes, having only just realizing he had eyes, and looked around. Directly in front of him was the great horizon of the sea. He paused for introspection and realized he was in a human form, cloaked mostly, with short and unruly black hair piled on top of his head. He looked down, at the morsel in front of him; a tense corpse with a huge puddle of crimson blood around him, staining the wooden dock, and a hole in his soft stomach. Not to Pierek's taste; dead meat, but he smelled the sweat and blood of live catch nearby. Turning to his left and seeing and finally opening his ears to the small battle occuring nearby.

Running awkwardly over to the many soldiers surrounding bewildered around(nothing!?), he snuck up behind a closer man; a particularly pudgy one. He stood up erect behind him and a few others noticed Pierek as he stretched his mouth to an unnatural and horrifying proportion, his teeth extending vampirically, and slidng it over the pitiful guild-member's helmeted head, and biting. Piereks teeth crushed the soldiers helmet savagely with his head inside, and severed his neck, gore spraying everywhere. Pierek quickly swallowed the chewed morsel into his firey innards as his face resumed normal proportions. The many Crimson Daggers stared even more awestruck and terrified at the mutilated corpse of their aquaintence and the cloaked man-monster in front of them.

Arcan was about to fight when an angelic being lifted one of the Crimson Dagger rangers. "Let me go!" " So, why are those men chasing you? You wouldn't by chance be a criminal that i should let go of right now, would you?" Arcan slashed at a warrior before answering. "Depends what you classify a bounty hunter as." He did appreciate what the celestial did but his thoughts were drawn to a scream from one of the Crimson Dagger warriors. His head was severd somehow and as he fell down a cloaked spirit was behind him. "The hell?" "He has support! Target the spirit!" Arcan rabbed a crate and chucked it at the officer. It knocked him unconscious and off the dock. "Forget those....things. Get that hunter!" "Lets just move!" Arcan turned around and stepped back with his sword pointing backward. He gouged a warrior through the gut then he spun around and slashed, the momentum adding speed and damage. The warrior fell onto the beach and tumbled into the water. A open passage appeared and Arcan ran through, hoping that the others would follow. Several arrows hit a crate Arcan passed. They had better follow, or they'll be dead.

Pierek felt bad for the poor hunter, surrounded and engaged in an unwinnable fight. He decided in a moment that he would take sides, against his usual rule just this once, even though to hunter looked meatier and slower than the rest. In a quick, almost seamlessly efficient preparation for battle, Pierek changed form; his cloak sucked into some orifice in his back, revealing a jagged, rough scaly exterior. Fingers lengthened into claws and his head stretched into a serpentine form simultaneously.

Feeling the cool rush of adrenaline that is felt when wearing a material form and joining a fight, Pierek leapt forward across the wooden docks into the, now defending, warriors. His slim, agile form bounced forward and produced a scimitar out of his own flesh in the blink of and eye. His maroon-clad target turned in horror, and tried to run for his life and his heavy leather boots stomped loudly on the salty marina as the lizard happily chased. After only a twenty-foot dash, Pierek dove, and hooked his left claw around the pitiable man's armored ankle and brought him awkwardly to his hands and knees. With just one brutal over-hand jab into the ribs, the firey spirit caused the man to collapse, his lung punctured and his heart struggling to beat.

With his first two victims layed out on the boards, Pierek turned to face the crowd again, suddenly forced to allow a bronze arrow to painfully pass through his essence, and he accedentally scrambled his form into something less symmetrical during the lapse in willpower. Observing, finally, as his vision resumed, he saw the under-dog progressing impressively through his own set of opponants.

Arcan jumped down onto the beach as more arrows flew. Some of the warriors followed him. One of them gripped a throwing axe and aimed it at Arcan's chest. He chucked it with precise accuacy. Arcan ducked and the axe hacked at a support beam for a dock. Some of the merchants on it jumped off it as it collapsed. Such mindless destruction for a mindless cause. I wouldn't really care if they weren't after me. The warriors and rangers became distracted by the spirit changing form. Arcan couldn't see but he took this moment to his advantage. He ran toward the group and sent his sword through a warrior's back. His spine cracked and he screamed in agony. The warrior fell down and knocked Arcan onto the beach with him. "Get off!" Arcan pushed the warrior off his legs and climbed up onto the dock. That spirit had better handle himself well until I get there. More of these guys keep popping up. Just hold out for a little longer.

Pierek watched as the pier opposite him was collapsed by a well aimed axe (with people and supplies being dumped onto the dry beach) and as the well-armored hub of all this confusion jumped back onto his dock, and was knocked off again by an almost-corpse. Pierek sprouted two long horns and a pair of bat-like wings.
Dashing again now towards the group of, now unafraid and approaching, soldiers, Pierek beat his wings spastically for a little height advantage and crossed his arms across his chest. One of the remaining seven brawlers raised a steel-tipped lance directly into his path.

After a very slow moment of intense fear, Pierek propelled himself into the spear, skewering himself in the stomach. Pierek and the the soldier stared at eachother, frozen in fear and pain, and then the spirit broke the stillness.

With a backhand slash of the serpent's claw and his bloody scimitar, the lizard split the guts the spear-wielding man, and the Crimson Dagger next to him, causing intestines and gore to splash out onto the pier.

Pierek backed away from the troupe of soldiers, and ripped the spear out of himself, then degenerated suddenly into a puddle of brownish ichor, falling between he cracks in the boards onto the sandy beach below.

Arcan had just jumped back onto the pier when he saw the spirit disappear. He noticed that a lot of Crimson Dagger soldiers were grossly mutilated. Now that the spirit was gone all the soldiers turned their attention to Arcan. Rangers nocked their bows and warriors had their weapons ready. It was a fight Arcan could not win....or escape from. He was quickly surrounded from all sides and was trapped. No rope to swing over them on, no crate left to climb on. Arcan sighed and sheathed his weapon. Then he got an idea. He'd fake a surrender. He raised his hands up into the air. "You got me." "Take the prisoner to dock 187. The rest of you, get that spirit!" Suckers...

Arcan let his captors take him a couple of piers away, then he sprung his trap. He kicked the captor on his left then flip-kicked both of them. He made sure to have his sword in the air by the time he landed. The sword had fallen out of his sheath and its blade was coming down on his wristcuffs. They snapped apart and Arcan grabbed his sword's handle before it hit the ground. He stabbed one of the captors then spin-slashed him, knocking him down. The second captor was a ranger so he had to use a dagger. Arcan quickly sliced at the dagger and hit the Crimson Dagger ranger's wrist. "Aaaaah!" Arcan jump-kicked the ranger of the pier as the warrior got up. Arcan turned around and slashed at the warrior, piercing his armour and cut his left arm off. Arcan finished him with a precise stab to the heart. "You Crimson dogs will never take me alive."

In the cool, damp sand under the merchanting pier, Pierek was taking a moment to rest. (This is the downside of creature forms) he thought to himself as he bubbled out of the dirt, changing colors rapidly and randomly. He could well hear the footsteps above him of the fight and he watched the droplets of blood fell, under where assassin corpses lay. There was some screaming in a few languages, and Pierek thought he heard a city guard arriving, announcing themselves loudly. Men were coming down the beach after Pierek cautiously, and the liquid being slithered down the beach and into the water.

Pierek sat a moment, diluted with seawater, and then transformed into a watery form. He condensed himself again and watched as the confused soldiers kicked around the sand awile, and then gave up looking for ghosts in favor of the exciting battle above. Pierek watched them hustle up the beach and turn onto the dock before moving.

Slithering through the brine to where the peir ends in the water, Pierek seeped liquid extremities into the meat of the last two supporting pillars, and ripped as much wood out of the rotted, salty log as possible, and tossed the splinters out to sea. The pillars severed an the end of the pier tipped downward, and loudly with creaking and groaning and dragged to a stop, finally hanging very low and close to the surface of the water. Two soldiers and more barrels left at the end of the dock were tossed off into the sea. The weight of the limp end began to tax on the next set of pillars and they both snapped suddenely and simultaneously, with a very muted snap coming from the soaked wood. In a moment yet another set broke and Pierek watched happily as the frantic troupe of soldiers and city guards struggled to keep balance on the changing ground. Quickly, one particularly lanky Dagger was tossed off backwards, and he slid on his back across the boards, and past the slowly sliding crates, into the ocean, headfirst. He screamed directly before dunking under, and one with good hearing might've heard him choke and cough on brine. The pier was more like a ramp into the sea now than a dock.

Pierek boiled over into a steam cloud and amiably floated up above his handywork to admire the destruction. He noted that the hunter catalyst of the battle was several piers over, fighting more.

Arcan looked up and saw some city guards investigating the situation. They saw the Crimson Dagger soldiers and confroned them. "Right, what are you people doing here? Unless you have important business you'd better move along." The Crimson Dagger officer laughed. "Try moving this!" The officer drew his dagger and stabbed down onto the guard's collarbone. The guard screamed in agony and gripped is neck. A ranger fired an arrow at the wounded guard and struck his arm. The guard dropped his axe and it hit where Pierek was a few moments ago. Soon the pier began to tip into the water. "Move it!" More guards were arriving yet everyone had seemed to ignore Arcan. It was time to remind them of his presense. He gripped his sword with both hands and charged at the Crimson Dagger squad. Many guards and Crimson Dagger soldiers had fallen into the water with the broken pier. Arcan was on the beach when it happened but was quickly gaining speed. He jumped up onto the pier but lost his balance. He landed on the broken edge and nearly fell into the swirling water. Crimson Dagger soldiers redirected their attention to Arcan. "How'd he escape?" An enemy ranger got out his crossbow and loaded a bolt. He first aimed it at Arcan but then suspected that the water drawing the pier under was not natural. He fired the bolt at the center of the disturbance then loaded another. Arcan was too quick for him however and slashed at him several times before punching him into the water. "Where did that guy go? And what is that angel doing?"

Pierek observed in amusement as the hunter catalyst propelled himself back into the chaos. Arrows emitted from that conflict randomly, and occasionally the would pass through the almost-incorperal cloud with no effect. Blood of the dead or wounded combatants mixed and dripped down the angled pier.

Pierek decided he was hungry again. He condensed and darkened himself, and the dark haze decended onto the men, enveloping them inside himself, and blurring their vision. Pierek prodded and tested them for nutrients as they moved around among him and they continued to fight confusedly. Suddenly, and blurred out of sight of the others, a man was devoured, becoming part of the mist. His scream was cut off and muffled.

Pierek counted the souls around him (One, two, three assassins, one, two, three, four, five guards, and the crazy one who started it all. That's nine people. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen dead ones.) he noted.

The smog of Pierek's essence encased the entire bloody pier, and the beach and bit of road nearby. Passerbys ran away from the nightmarish mass with abandon. Pierek fully enjoyed this respect, and in the sake of celebration he merrily injested another plump guard.

Arcan got deep into the fight when the dark mist was conjured. Arcan couldn't see anything besides some parts of the other soldiers, living or dead. There were a lot of bodies on the pier and the black mist nearly made Arcan fall down. He was certain he couldn't fight on the pier in these conditions so he ran in one direction. He felt a blade cut his right arm as he felt the edge of the pier under his boot. Arcan jumped off as his foot became vertical against the pier edge. He landed face-first in the sand as he heard a scream from a soldier in the mist. He spat out some sand and saw a Crimson Dagger ranger fall off the pier. He had a huge gash in his chest and an arm severed. Arcan noticed he had a couple of daggers. Arcan ran up to the body, took the daggers and placed them in 2 slots of his vest.

He remembered that he had a spell that enhanced vision. "Infravision." His sight instantly sharpened and the battle raging in the shadowy mist was seen clearly. He decied that this situation required a bit of stealth. He sheathed his sword and drew a dagger. He slowly approached the swirling mist and saw a Crimson Dagger warrior had his back to Arcan and was at the outer area of the mist. Arcan had his dagger pointing down and he rushed at the warrior. He struck his dagger at the warrior's back and hit the warrior's spine. The warrior screamed and Arcan kicked the warrior deep into the mist. He atempted it again with another Crimson Dagger but had to attack with him facing Arcan. He got his bow and was about to fire at point blank range when Arcan got him in the shoulder. He put away his dagger and drew his longsword. With one swift strike he sent the ranger into the now calm water. He couldn't see many Crimson Dagger soldiers left and more city guards were arriving.

Pierek was bloated, and unsettled deeply now by angry people killing eachother amongst his essence, and also just growing very tired of this whole situation. He began to morph again, drawing his smoke flesh to his center, and solidfying into creature form again. Slowly, the remaining fighters' vision resumed it's previous acuteness, and Pierek's blurry form was sharpening into something unbeautiful. As the last of the black haze dissapated, Pierek's form was revealed; a large, horse-sized monster, four-legged and black, smelling of charcoal and ash. It's torso was a blunt ellipse, headless and covered in fur, or maybe something else, undescribable except for it's simialarity to fur. An aura of shadow is it's rough identification.

Quickly, before the men had time to react, Pierek launched off with his long, ugly, clawed legs and away for the cobbled streets of the city. He rushed away, up the hill and weaving through pedestrians, leaving black, burnt footprints up the street, and the distinct smell of a campfire behind.

The guards on the pier, now revealed by the light of day, stopped fighting, and looked around embarassedly, realizing the purpose of their fighting had been lost in the confusion. The Crimson Daggers had been killed off. They began to pursue Pierek and Arcan.

Arcan saw the black haze gather into its core then morph into a hideous horned beast. The guards saw that all the Crimson Dagger were dead and that, in the haze, had somehow killed some other guards. Both the guards and Arcan saw the beast turn tail and run. "Hey get back here!" The guards approached Arcan menacingly. "Now then, since those criminals were initially fighting you can you tell us who they are." Arcan normally didn't really like the law snooping in other peoples business but this time he felt relieved that they were. "They're the Crimson Dagger. A guild that I believe originated in my home continent. They focus on ruling whatever towns they can by keeping the town scared of them, whatever way they can." The guard seemed uninterested. "Well can you tell us why you're using their weaponry?" The guard took a dagger from Arcan's vest and showed it to him. "You are under arrest for membership of a wanted guild. The punishment is death by the ranger squad."

"Get your arrows ready men." Immediately the guards sheathed whatever melee whapon they had and grabbed their bows. Arcan usually stayed out of law's way but this time he was trapped. He had no intention of being a wanted man or a dead man for that fact so he had only one option left. He gripped his longsword with both hands as an arrow was released. His blade was in front of his face and the arrow collided with it. Such deadly precision. I've got to be more careful around them. He had to act fast. Arcan crouched down and leg sweeped the guard, knocking him flat on his face. Arcan got behind whatever crate he could find, no matter the state and more arrows were fired. The Lomedor guard rangers seemed to rely on precision than powerful arrows as they didn't break through the damaged crate. Arcan then grabbed the crate and threw it at them. The crate didn't hit the ranger but broke apart on impact to the pier, sending wood in all directions. The guards tried to cover their face as the wood split apart and noticed that Arcan was out of sight. "Where is he?" "I don't know!" "Then start looking! Commander will have our heads if we don't find him!" Arcan was hiding between a crate and a merchant's table that was filled with fish before the fight. Soon the guards gave up and headed back. When they were gone Arcan got up and chuckled. "Poor fools. I was so close and they couldn't find me." Arcan then decided to give that spirit a piece of his mind but before he left he saw his dagger lying on the ground. He picked it up and put it where it belonged. He then headed to Lomedor to find that spirit and an employer to start a new life and continue with his search for the Crimson Dagger home fortress.

Pierek bounded up the hill, following a relatively clear street, lined with generic, two-story wooden houses, but still splitting the groups of pedestrians in half as the scrambled to avoid the shadowy abberation. He was being pursued closely by two or three guards, but Pierek was far ahead and the apathic guards were struggling to keep up. Pierek watched as, one by one, they gave up, stumbling and falling, or simply turning around, and he finally stopped running, himself. Trotting off into a tiny alley, obviously in front of a family of astounded citizens, he squeezed his oddly elastic body down the alley, leaving huge black charcoal smears on the walls as he wedged himself. Finally, he began to transmutate, blurring his outline away into nothing. The family near the alley ran away.

Black smoke floated deliberately out of the opening between buildings, for and for ten seconds or so this continued, accompanied by sickening and random organic noises, like snapping, splintering bones, ripping flesh, clacking teeth, and sloshing of blood. And, finally, a crisp-looking, short, business-like man strode suddenly out of the smoke, his long, blond hair tied behind his head and hanging down onto his faded black cloak. He inspected the path in front of himself with steely blue-gray eyes, and marched confidently back down the hill, in search of his human comrade. His military-like boots clicked loudly on the cobblestones, and his ancient cloak lazily hovered behind his heels.

With no one chasing him, Arcan took his time through the winding streets of the port. Right now he wanted to find that spirit and get whatever information he could out of it, forcibly if he had to. However the same guards that were looking for him were coming down the street and saw him in clear view. "Stop right there, bounty hunter!" One of the guards got out a horn of some kind and blew into it, creating some sort of signal. The other guard got out his bow and nocked an arrow into it. Arcan could hear nearby guards zooming in on his location."You think I'm trapped?" The guard scoffed. "Of course. Its not like you can..." He saw Arcan get up onto a couple of crates and get onto the roof of a building. "Climb onto the roof.... Get him!" Arcan laughed at the disbelief of the guard as more guards showed up with both heavy and ranged weapons. Arcan dived for cover as arrows flew and other guards starting climbing up onto the crates the chase him directly. Arcan got up and kicked the top crate and sent it tumbling into a guard, knocking others down as well. He ran to the other side of the roof and climbed down to the other road opposite to the guards and took off, just as more arrows flew. One nearly hit him as others went off course from the sea breeze coming in.

Arcan ran down the alleys in hope of truly losing the guards. The sound of metal plate against various knocked down objects in the alley signalled that the guards were still chasing him. God, make it stop! One of the guards had an extremely long flail in hand and if Arcan took a direct hit, his lack of armour could result in a kill. The guard attempted a strike with the flail but it struck the wall close to Arcan's body. He tried again and skimmed Arcan's left arm. He gripped it tight to lessen the pain and the flail came in his direction again. Arcan accidentally tripped and fell down as the flail went past where his head was before he tripped. Arcan shook off the confusion and kept running, the flail smashing the ground. "Keep still!" The other guard saw that the flail wasn't working and got out his bow with a poison arrow. Just as he levelled the bow the guards reached a T-intersection of the alley. Then they saw some smoke rise from an alley nearby and completely forgot about Arcan. They steered left and didn't notice Arcan with his back against the wall leading to the right. He took off after them but remained at a certain distance until they came to the origin of the smoke.

A charcoal-like substance was smeared on the walls and the smoke was originated off it. The gaurds turned around to see Arcan in their face. The guards had no time to react as Arcan made a swift kick to the flail-bearing guard an hit him squarely in the torso. He was winded by the sudden strike and saw his companion get knocked out by the blunt side of a longsword blow. The guard saw Arcan approach him and uppercut him in the jaw, sending him reeling into the wall. His left shoulder plate broke off and flew into the open street. Arcan saw what it had revealed: A Crimson Dagger insignia. He still had his longsword out and diagonally slashed at the undercover Crimson Dagger twice before piercing both stell and flesh with a solid stab through the chest. The Crimson Dagger laid dead against the blackened wall and the knocked out guard got up and saw the insignia. "You..he...how...?" Arcan faced him and simply said "You saw nothing." The guard nodded as Arcan sheathed his bloodied longsword and walked out of the alley. He didn't see anybody besides a short, blond haired man. Arcan looked back and saw no one then walked up to the man. He drew a dagger and tapped his shoulder. "Tell me what happened in that alley back there. The black substance is fresh or there'd be no smoke and you'd better talk fast, I'm armed."

Pierek had only begun to walk back to the salty docks, when Arcan appeared next to him, emerging unexpectedly from the same smoky alleyway as himself. The, now soot-covered, man ambled over to Pierek, and angrily demanded information. Pierek turned to the abrupt warrior, staring him straight in the eyes seriously, as if he resented Arcan, but his mind was elsewhere; he could smell wonderful things, olfactory treats that, by common sense, should be holy, and his complete awareness was centered on this pleasure. His nostrils flared, and his jaw twitched eagerly as he obliviously bore down on Arcan. Without warning, Pierek broke his gaze, and marched past his new ally, with only one simple thought on his mind; apples!

Of the few things Pierek would eat on this material plane: fresh meat, apples, lemons, ale, and bread, apples were his favorite. The juicy delicacy never failed to inspire hunger in the distractable eidolon. Only a mortal threat could pull him away from a meal of those such perfect fruits. So as he rudely walked away from Arcan, with nothing but fantasies of food taking his cognizance, he released all his old stress, residual from the brawl on the piers earlier.

Arcan noticed the businessman's jaw twitching and he seemed pretty steamed when he saw some fruits behind Arcan and walked past, as if he wasn't even there. They were sitting on a bench similar to that the merchants used back at the pier, which was now a bloody, body littered wreck. "Hey come back here! I'm not done with you!" Arcan then realised who it was. "And you have to pay for that if you're gonna eat it whatever-you-are." "Hey! Get away from those if you have no money!" Arcan chuckled as he saw a scrawny merchant approach the spirit disguised as a human. I'll check on him later, whenever we meet again. Until then, I'm outta here! Arcan made for an abandoned alley with his sights stuck on Lomedor. His target: an employer to help begin a new life. (Sorry about the short post. Can't think for anything else in this thread.)

Pierek shoveled entire apples with two hands down his elastic throat. The fuming merchant tried to stop his extreme gluttony, but Pierek simply swatted him away to the ground. As he finished his eating frenzy, turning away from the juice-covered, nearly empty, collapsing, and otherwise ruined apple cart with bright red fruits in either hand, Pierek saw the foriegn mercenary diving away into a concealing alley, and paid him a passing thought.

Pierek escaped from his deep moment to take a horse-sized bite out of his apple, and slowly continued on his path to nowhere.

((OOC:Fade out. Thanks for RPing with me.))