Marcus whistled as he strode through the forest, his hands deep in his pockets. he stooped and picked up a stick, and pulling out his knife, started whittling on it. he became so absorbed in his work, he didn't notice where he was going. at least not until he stumbled upon a party of people, most of them holding swords. and all of the swords pointing at each other.
Marcus stopped and whistled. "wow, is this some sort of reenactment or something?" he didn't even wait for an answer, he strode forward and looked at the nearest guy, who was staring at him with strangely blank eyes. "nice makeup job, id' almost think your dead" Marcus laughed at his joke, but suddenly his laughed died in his throat.
he suddenly realized nobody else was laughing, and that most of them were glaring at him, malice clear in there gazes. the one nearest him, stepped forward, and Marcus involuntarily shuddering, stepped back. "fresh blood, this one is. and we sense something else in him." he took another step. and Marcus shuddered again. he didn't know what they meant by fresh blood, and something else in him. but he was most certain that he would not like the outcome.
OOC:....you guys post to much, by the time i write mine, you've posted five times, so i have to change mine ... XD
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ahh, brilliant. Lost in a book. Or rather, the places a book can take you. It doesn't matter if it's fiction, non-fiction, history, philosophy, science or religion. Mere words on a page, written with great care and much thought have the marvelous ability to impart ideas, ideals, information and emotions that can expand your mind and broaden your horizons in a way that no other medium can match.
I read, therefore I am.