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Thain came upon the couryard, and couldn't help but feel some sence of awe as he took in all of the colors he would never associate with their owners. To a mortal they would believe that they had taken a halucenigen to experience a plane as vibrant as this, and to think this wasn't even Heaven, not that he knew what that looked like. Within then yard there were poeple from the poler absolutes of the universe, negitive and positive, angel and demon. Already he noticed that while some exchanged pleasentries with their opposites freely others kept to thier own kind, those who already have chosen thier most probable destinies. But even among them Thain felt out of place, it wasn't as if they couldn't understand, it simply was the fact that he felt none of them could be of any help in his matters without some sort of bias.

Thain was dressed in ragged, dark clothing, perhaps a few stains here and ther not that he ever bothered to look, and those who caught sight of him couldn't help but almost visably wince, then return to whatever was occupying them in the first place. He found a tree in which to lie under, unaware of anyone or anything that might else be there, for now he would simply be left to his own thoughts. But among the sounds he could hear aside from the conversations, he detected a soft snapping sound, like the breaking of plant flesh, he would just ignored it though...if it didn't continue.