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[center][h1][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev [/color][/h1]
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Location:  The Tent City.[/center]
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 	With some quiet grumbling Constantin had finished mostly drying his hair by one of the many fires before beginning what he planned to do now. He was going to do a rather extensive patrol of the entire tent city and the surroundings as much as he can. There were many people with Veta right now, many to help her, he wasn't an expert so he for once was going to let his hopes and trust in the hands of someone else. Some of whom he barely knew. It was a not a greatest feeling, but he couldn't help it. With a frown he shook his head as he started walking across the tent city.

	His nerves were strained as he explored the familiar temporary settlement create in the park. Tents all across, the muddy ground right now. He cursed as he walked to one end of the city of tents, observing the ground all across. [color=9e005d][i]'Nothing can be seen...'[/i][/color] He growled in his mind. It made him feel even more nervous. 

	After a good while, maybe a few hours he had explored a lot of the tent city now as he finally arrived at the area closest to the lake, the place which had seen greatest amount of traffic due the morning they had and all it's nightmarish hectic glory. He crouched by one of the paths, his expression still as grim as it was at the morning. He ran a few fingers across the muddled footprints before finally standing up and looking around. The tents, the people, the path and the chatter. All appeared normal and that just made him feel not quite right. For some reason he did not believe it. With a fast pace and sure steps he walked towards the lake now.

 	[color=9e005d][i]'Vhat the hell vas that?'[/i][/color] He thought, remembering the abomination they had witnessed earlier.[i][color=9e005d]' A demon?'[/color][/i] He asked himself, his eyes locked on the lake that was a frozen shell earlier.' Devil?' He once more thought, stopping by the lake and looking left and right. The temperature in the air appeared normal now and not even a spec of ice could be seen in the water, nor any mists around the area.

	[i][color=9e005d]'A new soulless?'[/color][/i] The firewalker asked himself, remembering every feature he could of the thing. It wasn't like anything he had ever seen... or heard of for that matter. It had the power of a known one, but that aside it was different.[color=9e005d][i]' Maybe they are evolving... predators adapt to hunt the prey and we've adapted to combat them in the past thus something new appeared?'[/i][/color] He pondered the possibility as he crouched by the lake, touching the water. 

	[color=9e005d]“Even the lake's temperature has returned to normal... Considering it was frozen earlier I expected it would be colder, but...”[/color] He mumbled to no one, just speaking his thoughts aloud.[color=9e005d]” This is weird by itself too.”[/color] He added with a sigh standing up and looking around the now calm lake area, narrowing his eyes as he started walking back towards the tent city.

	Time sure had passed so rapidly today. The danger, the possibility of losing a close friend and the feeling of powerlessness as he scoured the tent city for any clues or possible dangers, but not finding anything. It could also be considered a good thing if the city was indeed safe though. He just felt so powerless that he couldn't do anything to that beast.

	Sunset wasn't far away now he noted as he entered the boundries of the tents again, heading back towards the tent he shared with his parents in this case the firewalkers/dancers tent. There were many different skills and performances out there. Firewalking an dancing was something that passed on the flashier side of things with the field of embers upon which he and his parents would dance and walk across barefeet. The burning of the fire and the spreading of the embers was an art on itself. It followed traditions older than his folk remembered. 

	Entering the tent he had taken to sitting by the fireplace for a moment, as expected it was burning, it was always burning really. He relaxed in the chair, letting the warmth radiating from the fireplace to envelop him. He enjoyed the sensation an the raging fires. There was something funamentally claming about it. Calming and purifying! Upon the field of embers, he felt his mind probably most clear, cutting all outside distractions away, allowing the purifying flames to clean his thoughts. Finally he took off his shoes as his parents and him use a small area they had covered with sand to spread embers on top without the danger of anything catching fire on. It was nowhere near the complete size they did for the official performance though. Those were big, this one was barely 2 or 3 steps wide, enough to step on it. 

	Practicing the ritualistic dance around the embers, Constantin finally stepped on them. This was a secret craft. Embers could indeed be stepped on if you knew what you did and you were careful and calm. That wasn't the craft he was taught though. Real Anastenaria required also a lot of dancing and stronger steps on top of the embers, kicking a little of the embers, to keep the fire burning and those watching in awe. He knew when he was just little baby,  his mother often used to walk across the fields of embers with him in her hands.

	While he and his family were taking turns stepping, kicking and standing on the embers, all the while having a bucket of water nearby just in case, the last vestige of the day were melting away, the light in the tent turning ever so dimmer until finally they had to light up the a few candles and start to splash water across the embers they were using.[color=9e005d]" I so vish I could have set that thing ablaze..." [/color] Constantin finally said, watching the last of the embers turn into a cold black ashes.