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[Color=crimson][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[Color=crimson][b]Location:[/b][/color]  Frigid Wilderness, Daka Island
[Color=crimson][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Myra [@13org]
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[Color=crimson][b]Equipment:[/b][/color] None
[/center][Right][sub][color=darkturquoise]11[/color][/sub][/right][hr]


[Color=darkturquoise]"It has become colder… Ice Devils? No. Not here. Not in this plane… Why then?"[/color] The concept of the temperature dropping relative to his direction of travel seemed a bit strange for Vrexen. Too simple for a creature from the chaotic realm of the Abyss. He'd definitely need to see more of this plane and take in as many details as he was capable. It would make him a much more effective hunter.

As he moved through the forest, his nose picked up something faint. [Color=darkturquoise][i]Blood and…[/i][/color] Vrexen looked to his right and left as he moved, but saw nothing, or more so missed a detail in his poor attempt at searching. There was something with him, but he couldn't see it. No matter how he traveled or what direction he veered off in, it was there! Close enough to smell, but constantly elusive to his sight. And so, he slowed to a stop and stood upright and still. He narrowed his eyelids with his head on a swivel and his tail whipping around almost wildly.

[Color=darkturquoise]"Demon… Show yourself, brethren, as you have no need to clash with me. Our mother wills cooperation. And so, I will grant it…"[/color]

[Center][Color=crimson][sub]"For now… I will gut you and stain the snow-covered ground in your warm blood if you test my patience…"[/sub][/color][/center]

It was a dark mumble from under his breath. He would keep natural hostility at bay as it was required. Vrexen promised his mother he would try, but the red-faced demon had his limits.