[Center][H1][Color=#c185e8]Kotaka GhostPine[/color][/H1][/Center]

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Many days, many nights, from sheets of ice to golden grass and warm sunsets - the jounrey brought him here: a camp just outside of a city like place. He wasn't entirely sure if this was where he needed to be, but thats how he read the tracks so far. Just a ways down the road further Kotaka could make out the fire light coming from a group of tents. Who were they? What did they want? Would they try to attack him if he approached? No answer was certain. Here, Kotaka surely walked the line of predator and prey. All he could do was try to find out. Cloaked in the threads and furs of a tundra nomad, he finally made his presence known, approaching the camp calmly. Before he could announce himself, the noticeable group of folks seeming to gather at this place became apparent to him. Was it fate, or just chance?

[Color=#c185e8]"Forgive the intrusion. Are you all...city bound as well?"[/color] He posed the question to the group before getting any closer.