Such a peaceful village lied ahead of the wandering soul. The large, lean figure walked calmly ahead, his black cloak covering most of his body. His head was hidden in a dark hood, shadows from the lanterns (which were placed along the way as waypoints for travelers) casting over his eyes and nose. The air tasted fresh, like fruit or something nice like that. A calm aura emanated from the village softly, assuring travelers and wanderers alike of the peaceful place that lay ahead of them.

Drake had been walking for a very long time now, he couldn't remember how many days it had been. He was pretty sure four, maybe five, but he had bad memory. His Akaviri katana, four feet in length, sat at his hip while his newer, more powerful blade sat in his right hand, swinging idly by his side as he walked. His black hair lied down about his face on the sides, swinging a little bit with every step. His black, charred leather armor had a gash in the chest, and his blood had long since dried. His blade, resting in his hand, was stained with the blood of numerous animals and beasts which he had encountered on his most recent venture from society.

He passed through the village gates, unguarded against invaders of any sort. In one wanted to, he could've destroyed the city with the right amount of power or men, with little to no resistance. Drake wasn't one of those kinds, though. the light wind danced about, blowing his cloak around a little bit here and there. A few people moved sleepily along, barely noticing the new traveler. One of them gave him a half-hearted glance of concern and pointed to the inn, then continued on to his house. Drake nodded slightly, but didn't go towards the inn. He didn't have any money, and would wait for morning to sell his newest pelts and meat. In the center of the town laid a large fountain, big enough that it had edges to sit on. Drake did so, laying down on the edge, a very slight spray drizzling onto his body every now and then.

With every villager gone to bed now, (or in the tavern/inn) Drake was afforded everlasting peace. He slipped off into a peaceful rest, dreaming of the open fields with beautiful trees and blue skies, which he had just ventured through (but without the sunlight or safety of his dream). A silence fell over the peaceful town, shadows from the moon being casted over every alleyway, every side path, most every road. Perfect setting for thieves, though there were none. Instead, tonight, the town would experience something entirely different. It would know fear tonight.

(OOC: Enter the reader... also, since it is Friday and I use school computers, don't expect a reply until Monday. Sorry.)