Preston Deathsong strode down the narrow road, feet thumping in stride with a melody he heard in the last time. For some reason, he couldn't get the song out of his head, and he knew it was best to just let the song remain and vanish on it's own.<br/><br/>Standing at Five feet, nine and a half inches, Preston wore nothing but black garments and a hat. A cloak covered his shoulders and nearly dragged on the ground, and his hands were covered with gloves. All in all, Not much of the man could be seen unless he wanted it to be. It was his way of saying "Stay away" without actually seeing it.<br/><br/>Preston had been a lonely man since the day he turned of age, never traveling with anyone other than himself. Once he enjoyed the company of another male, but they just happen to be walking the same road at about the same stride. The man stopped to rest for the night, asking if Preston would like to join him, but Preston bid him farewell and continued on ahead a few hours before finally stopping for the night. It wasn't that he hated others, but that he preferred quietness over companionship any day.<br/><br/>The moon shone bright over the desolate road, and Preston was on the verge of calling it a night when he finally started to make out the distant lights of what looked like a town. Deciding that the bed of an Inn would be welcomed to the harsh dirt and rubble, Preston forced himself to press on until he at least reached the town.<br/><br/>After another hour's walk, he was there, and Preston could feel the weight of the days journey practically lift off him, while he though of a nice warm bed and good food. Almost too delighted with his thoughts, Preston almost missed the fact that with as much noise as he heard in the town, there weren't really any people around.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Must be having a festival of some kind...</span>he told himself, and decided it best to ignore it, before a deep voice could be heard over the low murmur of the others.<br/><br/>"LADY AND GENTELMEN!! I WELCOME YOU TO THE ONE AND ONLY FREAK SHOW..." Preston heard, then the voice trailed off to a lower tone, and the rest could barely be heard.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Freak show?</span>Preston thought.<span style="font-style: italic">I have never seen a freak show... what do they even do at one of those things anyways?...</span><br/><br/>Moving from the sluggishness he was faced with before, a new pace beat into Preston's movements. Following the voice, Preston finally found himself in the middle of the town. He could see a group of people in a large circle, but not much else. Deciding that he should probably get a better view if he wished to see, Preston pushed past a few people, and climbed to the top of an old fountain, that was dry. It made a good sitting spot for the viewing.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ok, so nothing out of the ordinary right now...</span>the familiar voice trailed of. That thought would have stuck had he not seen<span style="text-decoration: underline">'her'</span>. She looked normal enough, and the only noticeable thing about her was the collar around her neck and the chain that practically dragged her around.<br/><br/>He couldn't speak. weather Preston wanted to, or not he knew not, he couldn't tell, but the inability to verbally compress and speak words escaped him. She was beautiful, and he something in his mind told him he wanted to stay, to see her for as long as he could.