Kenyari was walking the grasslands with his sword unsheathed dragging the ground behind him. His cloak was soaked in dried blood as the stench of death wreaked among him. He walked as if there was no care in the world. He walked as if he didn’t just attack the docks of lomedor a few days back killing many innocent people. He didn’t destroy the docks just simply put murdered a lot of people that was at the docks on a fine merchant day. Kenyari didn’t regret what he did. He knew when the thirst for blood rang he answered it by feeding it the blood of innocent men women and children. Kenyari was a half demon who hid something inside of him that drove him to extreme measures like that. He sometimes thought about some of his actions but all the thinking in the world could not bring Kenyari to regret anything he did. Everything happens for a reason in his mind. If he killed a lot of people then it was supposed to happen in his sadistic head.

Kenyari saw an old man sitting down under a tree a little bit further down the grassy plains. The cool made Kenyari’s hair sway as he walked towards where the man was sitting. When he became of range to where the man was sitting he could see the man was reading something. Kenyari closed his eyes and sat down in front of the man. He put his sword on the ground and opened his eyes. The old man seemed to have developed a look of pure terror in his eyes. Kenyari wondered what the man was reading to make his face light up like he did. The man had started shaking as he dropped the paper he was holding.

On the paper was a small sketch of what looked to be exactly like Kenyari. Kenyari smiled as he saw the picture looked kind of like him. He looked down the paper until he came to the words that was certain to be the cause of the man’s reaction. The paper had a small description of what Kenyari looked like. Right under it was –Wanted. This man is very dangerous and is wanted for murdering many people in the lomedor incident. A small monetary reward will be given to anyone who manages to kill or bring in this monster- Kenyari smiled as he looked back at the man. The man’s face turned into a look of pure fear as he suddenly got up and started running away.

Kenyari chuckled to himself as he let the paper go. The breeze from the grasslands blew the notice rolling away. Kenyari didn’t care that he had did what he did, but now he had a bounty on his head and he had to be careful not to get caught by anyone. He defiantly had to kill anyone who saw him and who cold report him. Kenyari quickly got up and grabbed his sword. “Why do they always run” he said as he quickly took off for the old man. The man was not in any shape and within a matter of second Kenyari caught up with the man. Kenyari outstretched his sword stabbing the man through the back. The sword went through the man as it poked out of his stomach. The man let out a loud yell as Kenyari stuck his sword in him further. The man quickly dropped to his knees as the life of the man slipped away. Kenyari kicked the man off of his sword and the man hit the ground with a small thud. The sword was now stained with more blood as he looked at the dead body. Kenyari licked a part of the bloody part of the sword as the taste of the blood sent chills down his spine.

Kenyari quickly put his sword away and looked around. He looked to see if there was anyone around but he didn’t search hard enough. He just quickly ran off without even going back to retrieve the notice of his bounty. He just thought about leaving the grasslands and ended up ducking off into the nearby woods that surrounded the grasslands. He sat down under one of the trees in the forest as he waited to see if he was being followed by anyone who witnessed him kill the man or already knew about the bounty on him.

Over the horizon came flying a beast and his master. The beast was very large and old. He looked like a dragon except that he had on two legs and a leathery body instead of scales. The rider was very young, tall, and lanky. His name was Randolf. He had strapped to his back a shortbow with an arsenal of arrows. Two short swords were sheathed by his side, one on his left and one on his right.

They soared over the Salquedor Grasslands. They flew away from the city of Lomedor with haste. It had not been long since the massacre at the docks. Many had turned up dead or injured. The search for the fiend responsible had now begun. He could not have gone far. Randolf was sure that he could catch up to him while he had his mighty flying steed.

Randolf picked up a newspaper clipping and starred at the photo was more. The sketch was a bit rough, but there were few people to run into in the open plains. The chances of finding two similar people were slim. Plus, there were the rumors that he was a demon. That had to be something of a give-away. This was just the sort of thing for a young adventurer dreaming of fame to try to sink his teeth into.

Something moving on the ground caught Randolf’s eye. He wasn’t sure what it was; it did not seem to be something living. Merely, something blowing around in the wind, but it intrigued Randolf for some reason, so he directed his beast to dive down towards the ground.

The two landed with a “thud.” Randolf stared down at the object as it blew past him. It was nothing more than a newspaper that had been discarded. None-the-less, Randolf wondered where it had come from. It is not something you expect to see out here.

“Aaaaaah,” a loud scream broke the silence coming from the west. Randolf quickly turned to the direction of the scream. It was the same direction that the paper had come from. Randolf could see nothing moving, only a tall lone tree in the distance.

Randolf and his wyvern took off again flying close to the ground. Slowly over the horizon more trees came into view. Randolf was not familiar with the area, but he realized that it was the Tuarai Woods. He had not even realized how far he had traveled from Lomedor.

He almost missed a large lump to his left. “Whoa,” he screamed to his wyvern as they changed directions. The landed next to the lump only to realize it was a human, a dead human. He had been stabbed through the middle. The kill was fresh. Blood was still flowing from the wound.

Randolf quickly pulled his bow off his back and looked around for the killer. He kept his eyes open as he strung his bow. “I know you’re out there,” he said as he knocked an arrow, “why don’t you just come out with you hands up, and no one else will need to die?”

Kenyari looked around quickly as he heard the sound of a voice. The voice was low in pitch meaning he was a small distance but he was close enough that if Kenyari ran he would instantly be locked on to and spotted. Kenyari didn’t expect anyone to come looking for him so quickly. Kenyari looked around franticly as he searched for a way to escape without letting his new pursuer where he was. He suddenly realized where he was and smiled to himself.

He let out a loud whistle. The whistle would be loud enough for the being who was in a small search for the killer of the old man would hear it. Kenyari was not trying to get the beings attention though., He was trying to call upon the help of his lupine friend by the name of Uzziah. Uzziah let out a loud resounding roar as he renounce his presence and that he was nearby. Kenyari then did a series of short whistles as he was communicating with Uzziah and giving him an order to do.

Uzziah quickly responded to the whistles with a gut wrenching roar. The roar would be heard by anyone that was in or near the woods at the time. The being would defiantly hear it and come running but before Kenyari and Uzziah could give him a chance a blazing fire was let lose. Kenyari had ordered Uzziah to set the woods afire causing enough distraction to get away.

The fire quickly burned behind Kenyari letting out a large cloud of thick black smoke that seemed to pick up in amount rapidly. The fire was not too far behind Kenyari but it was only used as a measure to throw someone off of their game. Kenyari quickly clutched the hilt of his blade as he looked around. The smoke was starting to make thick blanket large enough to conceal Kenyari or not. Kenyari then leapt into the trees as he waited for whoever the follower was to reveal himself. Kenyari planned on running but he wanted to actually see if the fire would really work or would extra measures would have to be taken to stop the follower.

Randolf scanned the edge of the trees looking for anything moving. Carefully his eyes moved back and forth starring deep into the shadows. He could see nothing, however. He was too far away, and there was no guarantee that the killer was still within sight. He had most likely fled deep into the forest by now.

Randolf eased the tension on his bow string. Letting out a soft sigh he wondered if it was safe to ride overtop of the tree, but before he could come to a conclusion, a section of the forest erupted into flames. Smoke poured out into the skies making the situation much worse.

Randolf and his wyvern took off a raced to the spot where the fire had started, for fires don’t randomly happen. Randolf guided his beast to fly around the edge of the flames, making sure to stay downwind of the smoke. He stared into the roaring flames for the culprit, but there was too much chaos going on. Animals were fleeing left and right. He heard the roar of some large beast. It could have been the demon, or it could simply have been a bear trapped within.

Randolf flew his beast back and forth waiting for some sign of the demon, but could see nothing. His arm grew tired of holding his bow and the flames were beginning to spread. If he was not careful he might get sucked into them.

“Twang” he released his arrow. He had seen something massive hiding in the smoke. It couldn’t have been a bear. It was too big. Randolf was pretty sure he had missed. He was a lousy shot while riding on his mount. He couldn’t even tell where his arrow had flown to. “Come out, come out,” he called to the demon, “You’re trapped within your own mess now.”