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Scars litter his pelt tell a story of hardship and struggle, yet somehow his head remains high... proud. His steps while calculated are not hesitant, but sure.... Confident. Striking blue eyes scan the horizon as he moves as quietly as possible through the forest in this new land. If his time alone had taught him nothing, it was that not every land was welcoming... not every land was safe. Shifting his wings against his sides he slows his pace, having wandered further into the forest and yet.. not a soul was to be seen. Not yet at least, perhaps for now it was safe to stop, to rest. His black hue offers some camouflage in the dark forest, limited thanks to the stark white of his wings.
Halting near what would appear to others as some random tree, he waits. His mind shifting, plotting. Would this new, strange lands be where he could finally settle down, finally make a name for himself far from the ghosts of his past? He doubted it, expected to be driven off once more and marked a freak. A loner. Perhaps it was foolish to stop, to wait and see if any others approached him. He knew he should continue on, continue to a different land and yet.. he was tired of running.
