<span style="font-size: 10px">Just a few steps away from Forks, a large figure walked aside the road leading towards the no mans town. <br/>
Lloyd Derril had been walking from town to town, cleaning it off its pest known as 'Vampires'. Lloyd growled at the thought of them. Especially his history with them and how they took his future and pack away. He had nowhere to go and nobody to turned to when he woke up at the hospital and had lost track and scent of his pack. <br/>
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The hairy rough looking man ran his fingers through his black hair as he made his way to Forks, his dark brown eyes turned to the sky while he wondered what time it was. He had lost all track of time and recently started to wonder how long he had been a loner. One year? Two or three? It didn't matter to him, he had to continue what he was raised to do, kill vampires. <br/>
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Lloyd stopped at the sign at the border of the little town and stared at it. He couldn't read nor write due to the fact that he was raised in the pack and never made contact with the human world. Even when he was in the hospital he was distant to everybody and declared weakminded because of the fact that he couldn't nor understood the basics of what humans thought was normal.<br/>
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''F...F. I give up'' he said with a sigh ''Like I would need this skill anyways. Most humans should be happy I am around to save them'' Lloyd told himself as he straightend his white t-shirt and pulled his blue jeans up. ''Time to act human'' Lloyd hated it but he had no choice. Suddenly having to act like he was weaker and vulnerable. How idiotic. Lloyd grabbed his enormous backpack and slung it with ease on his back. He had to find a place to put up camp and at the same time explore the town. Lloyd continued to follow the road and walked past many buildings only to end at a school ''This smells odds''</span>