[center][h1][color=a187be]Leofrick Entoris[/color][/h1][/center]
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[i]This city is only an escape. This city is only for cover. This wont be permanent.[/i] This was the only thought that ran through Leofrick's mind, repeating, as if on a loop. He never desired to put himself willingly among people, human or not. Company of the masses was not something he had known for a very long time. A town or two on his travels he could handle, small amounts of people ever lived in those. But this, there wasn't a place in sight that didn't have a person attached to it. Unfortunately, Leo took on a job recently that has landed him in a bad place, being hunted. Not something he was used to, he was always the one hunting. Leo often pondered if this is what the animals he hunted felt. 

The marketplace was huge and buzzing with energy and arcane power, a lot of destructive forces, ticking time bombs, skilled fighters roamed these streets, a thought Leo was inclined to quickly forget. He stood leaning against a building, scoping out where everything is and what situations are currently happening. His dark green cloak covered majority of his body, however he had a faded gray pair of pants to cover his legs. His hood was down as to not cause people to question his presence. His dark gray skin almost blended with the wall behind him, if it wasn't for his red eyes, he would've been easily missed. He closed his eyes briefly, trying to take it all in, the smells, which was a concoction of both odor, animals, herbs and many others, he also took in the sounds, trying to separate every individual sound. A skill he has learnt to be one of his greatest assets. This was his new home for the time being.

He finally took a step off the wall, moving towards the ever growing sea of people. His eyes were open, his body moved, but his mind was still dissecting the sounds around him. An odd sound of skin against pavement echoed through his head, and a familiar scent, one of trees and grass and creature, like his home among the forests. He changed his trajectory till he came across two figures, one smelt of fur, the other... rotting. A wolf and a vampire, not something you see everyday. His smell was eerily familiar, and it burned a question into his mind. He approached the two who seemed to be in conversation, he gave a slight cough as he came up to them, his voice was soft and low, he never had to speak to many people and some times, he forgot how to, "[color=a187be]Ex-excuse me sir, mam. If I may, umm, be so bold. Are you of pure blood?[/color]" He asked gesturing towards the man.