<div style="text-align: justify"><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.imgur.com%2F6TGoade.jpg&amp;hash=53232e1f0da12e99716eb06931859f35" href="https://i.imgur.com/6TGoade.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Ruslan Farsight</a> enjoyed living out away from the city, living off of the land as his family had done for many generations. He would trade for some supplies, sell some of what he gathered and hunted and buy what he could not trade for. He was well-known in town for his skills as a hunter and a wilderness guide for those brave enough to venture out into the great expanse of forest that surrounded the town. Fall was nearly over now and there was a chill in the air that told him that it was about time for the tourists to retreat to the safety of their safe, centrally heated homes. Soon, he would be on his own again for the Winter, at least until <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Flh3.googleusercontent.com%2Fproxy%2FPgFT9CiJxNQ7bnRnP5MdOjvesjoFekl3_qU_BAdKlskNamAiBkQSXCsOz8qt3x6yRAIAAVfqbyAqqsJBaqkWZ2MNleiO7T1mFSHHY1_vXHSZXF-RCHocv5gGIW9ou4tt1LGhf0jjtEkBL9G9Sf2sb8uEcTwNG_utNMrR4ILkwK5xupK9FGk_K6O-lKJqOuO3&amp;hash=c7862d885d82405f494315d6dd6759f2" href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/proxy/PgFT9CiJxNQ7bnRnP5MdOjvesjoFekl3_qU_BAdKlskNamAiBkQSXCsOz8qt3x6yRAIAAVfqbyAqqsJBaqkWZ2MNleiO7T1mFSHHY1_vXHSZXF-RCHocv5gGIW9ou4tt1LGhf0jjtEkBL9G9Sf2sb8uEcTwNG_utNMrR4ILkwK5xupK9FGk_K6O-lKJqOuO3" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Rynn</a> migrated down from her arctic home keep him company. <br/>
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He was out hunting, trying to bring on one last good buck before the cold truly set in and made finding food a daily challenge when he came over a rise and spotted something in the distance. He stopped and shielded his eyes from the bright sun to focus on what looked like a fallen bird... only it was far to big. <i>What was that? </i>From this distance it looked like a mangled bird, but the size was impossible for that. Ruslan picked up his pace, heading straight for the strange creature. The closer he got, the slower he got as he realized that he was indeed looking at wings, only ones like he'd never seen before. They appeared mangled and badly broken. He circled around to see what animal such wings might belong to and it was only then that he saw her... her, as in a <i>woman. </i>He stood, shocked as he looked down on the most beautiful creature that he'd ever seen and wondered if he'd somehow entered a dream state, for where else could a man encounter such a vision... with wings. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Are you real?"</span> he finally ventured, his awe and confusion easy enough to read in the tone of his voice.​</div>