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The Rift...
He had been sent here. The powers that be, the 'Red Council', had banished him to this side of the world, and he grit his teeth together, knowing exactly why. He was good. Too good. What did you do with those who were too close? Too smart? You sent them on a mission which would get you buried. One day, he would return, proudly show that he was still alive, but until then, he would do as he was instructed. His two, brightly golden eyes stared with cold intelligence at the wall of ringed, skinny trees, not at all used to this climate.
Dvorak had been sent on behalf of someone in the Rift to watch after some princess, and his only goal was to make sure that she remained - at least somewhat - alive. Liquid seeped from trees, the water was questionable, and for being trapped in a damn forest, there was very little to eat. Years of training helped him retain his muscular, rough figure, but his mission was underweight. Everything here looked sick and dying, and he snorted his soft, black nostrils, looking around for the little white princess.
His eyes settled on her in the distance, and he trotted toward her, growling. "Why you venture without me?" he asked sternly. "You get lost. You die." He hoped that she would actually take his word, for once. Dvorak narrowed his eyes at her, trying to get her to behave, and he shook his rustic hair, pressing onward in this land of many people going in great circles. He wanted out of these fucking maze trees. Out. Far away, out.
He didn't know why he had to watch her. He didn't know who she was. This was his mission. Any details could be found out as he went.
@Tatiana
