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<h4 class="advBBCode"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">GM</span></b></h4><i>Tagging: Khari<br/>
Mouth of Cayman Forest. - Mid day. </i><br/>
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The forest had little life to it. For one it was eerie quiet, not even the chirping of insects or singing birds could be heard. The leaves all stood poised, no wind for them to dance in. It stood still as if waiting, waiting for something...or someone<br/>
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With each steps Khari took, with each twig crushed under boot or dried leaves pressed on, it resonated around the forest. Drawing attention to him. That's if anyone was there at all..<br/>
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Some more yards and the Warning Sign comes into view. "DANGER. BEAST WITHIN, DO NOT ENTER."<br/>
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Strangely enough the parts beyond the sign calls to him. Call to his inner man, drawing him.
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<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><i>Location: Mouth of Cayman Forest - Midday</i></span><br/>
<i><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Tagging: GM</span></i><br/>
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<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">It was after a moment that Khari sensed that something was off, prompting him to open his eyes and looked around curiously and cautiously. The boy's arms move to wrap around his narrow chest as he continues to walk deeper and deeper into the woods before finally catching sight of the sign. Part of him was tempted to immediately turn around but trees and nature around him seemed to be calling to him and they had never stirred him wrong before, briefly thinking back to when the forest had led him back home when he was lost.<br/>
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Taking a deep breath, he pressed on, becoming more and cautious while he remained completely silent, walking with cat-like grace and poise. Tightening his arms around his chest, even more, he began looking around with narrowed eyes before stopping when he saw a pretty pink flower, beginning to walk over to it with the intention of getting it for Kalie, crouching down and getting ready to gently pick it.</span></span>​</div>