Private Finished Walk in the woods of a New Day

As the sun crested over the treetops, the cool day breeze brushed past the blades of grass exiting the woods, it was a new day for everyone but more so for those that have stayed stagnant for so long. The memory of what was outside the woods and The Forbidden Forest beyond that was all he had known for a long time, though pass of time didn't really bother him as much as it would others. How long has it been, he wasn't keeping track, but if he had he would know that it had been fifty years of living within here.

The crunch of the branches and leaves could be heard in the distance as a person's steps from the woods with effortless easy, a blur of red as the figure swiftly moves between the trees, not going as fast as he could so he could enjoy the scenery. He slowed to the border of the woods and stopped, he had reached the end of the woods as the outside became more lit and open. The figure wore a red dragonscale helmet the kind that wasn't available in this world, a cloak of red additionally added to his motif of his favorite color, and his black Elven boots that were clearly not of the same make as the rest. Despite his appearance he was an Elf, an Elf from another world, his name was Ain Augusta.

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Ain's thoughts tended to wander when he was alone, he knew that he needed to find a way to produce better results with the forest harvests to improve food production but he was no expert. The whole concept was foreign to him, yet he knew he had to do it if he were to return in live in The Forbidden Forest again. He sighed, stepping out with quiet and slow steps as he stepped across the grassy field leading out of the woods. Though he was a bit hungry he pushed on, until he reached a cemetary that he didn't even know was there. Within his mind he thought, "I really know nothing about this island as long as I have been here," and took a seat on a broken wall leading further in to the cemetary proper.

With luck Ain hoped that he could accomplish his task without drawing unwanted attention, and return as swiftly as he came. Such a hope, it was unrealistic, it wouldn't be long before he encountered people as he got closer to the city. With that he zoned out a little and went into a trance upon the wall as the sun had finally risen high in the sky.

Ain's right eye flicked open under his helmet as he heard someone talking nearby, in a nervous state he shook a little unused to being near people, contemplating for longer than he should have on whether he should run right back to the Forbidden Forest and hide. The elven body of his stiffened, and though he never intended to--he had listened in on the words of the man. It was all too common for people to die, but the prospect of death never really phased him as he is one that knew that when your time came you shouldn't hesitate to let go. Unfortunate as it was, he had already ended his life once, but here he was given a chance to reflect on it.

OH CRAP.

He got SOO lost in thought that the man had noticed him, a bearded old man, this was a chance however to try to act normally. This whole attempt was probably in vain, yet he hopped from the wall and slid down a bit of a hill towards the old man stopping about twenty feet back before his dark cursed aura could effect him. Though he was aware of the dark aura, it made things even more difficult than just not being able to speak as anyone within ten feet would be hit be a fear effect that Ain could not control.

Awkwardly he raised a hand stiffly and attempted to gesture hello.

Ain's brow furrowed with the questions, none of which he could answer with a gesture of any kind but he would try. His body shifted in place but still remain away from him to avoid problems, and began shrugging, gesturing randomly with his hands in order to let the moment pass. This wasn't working as usual, but he didn't have much choice.

WAIT.

Did the man just introduce himself as a god of all things, does he think he is such a fool to believe such a obvious lie. Many races existed on the island but the idea of a god standing among men was just too much. Not that he could really say anything about it, but without really intending to he narrowed his eyes in an annoyed expression under his helmet. Gods were much bigger and more dignified in his world, it just couldn't be.

As Noel talked and asked whether or not he believe, he chuckled a bit under his breath that a man would actually believe they were a god. In his world he had encountered Elves that believed because they commanded ultimate magic that could bend the world to their wills, that they were gods, but the truth always became obvious once he shot them in the head with an arrow. How many false gods had he taken out in the past, trying to fool the masses.

Ain had enough of this person and was about to...

Noel then started casting magic which jolted him back to attention and he jumped back swiftly, in mid-air his bow came out as his purple eyes for the first time opened wide and shot a special arrow. The Arcane Breaker Arrow flew high and hit the snow coming down, and in an instant the snow was gone. Landing even farther away as he slammed into a tombstone by accident.

Ain didn't know what kind of magic it was but he figured it was Ice elemental magic of some kind, was Noel attempting to attack him?

He nocked another arrow and aimed it at Noel shakily, but did not fire.

@Zora

As he looked on two things surprised him, the calmness of his tone that utterly disarmed him of hostile intent and the fact that his Arcane Breaker Arrow had failed to stop him from calling down snow. Usually regardless of the effect conjured, the arrow would destroy it and the effect would end for a time. This however was entirely different, Noel's powers were not of the normal variety and while he wasn't convinced it was the power of a god; it was something beyond normal magic.

Ain unstrung his arrow and put away his bow, his tense body loosening up further is he listened to Noel's lecture about snow flakes. He just kind of nodded awkwardly, and slowly approached again not thinking their was any threats going forward. With no threat, he removed his helmet revealing his blonde hair, violet eyes, and youthful appearance that appeared to be that of a twenty year old.

"ehgGFVNJHBGJHGBJHTBFBCFCJHGYTKJVKYV," he opened his mouth to talk, forgetting for a moment that his curse prevents that. How his words came out was nothing pleasant, just incomprehensible non-sense that sounded vaguely like demon speak.

@Zora