An unearthly screech with a bellowing thump on the grounds, the quiver of blood streamed down the warm-blooded brute as it gasped for air a slow and painful death indeed. The shimmering of a rune blade that vibrated a pale blue, then edged into its sheath at the back of a swordsman, but there was something different about this one.<br/><br/>Two hooves smashed against the floor whilst the remainders stood in their position, a powerful stands and the sounds of a thick haired tail swishing at the rear end of this creature, then the torso of a well-built, muscular, toned and intimidating man, fully armoured with once again thick runes written out on such objects. There he stood half man and half stallion like something from a dream for some and a nightmare for others, there he stood amongst the dead corpses of several ferial beasts, their legs thick and heavy with fur whilst the torso turning slender and skinny most probably for fast attacks, the talons of eagles for nails but the main attraction of such a creature was the torso of a woman, such odd creatures roamed these lands and this woman was no acceptation.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Where is this place?</span><br/><br/>The victorious male looked around to see grassy meadows, a light breeze swam across the grass forming a ocean like dance as they were carried off into the mountains, a river sounded off nearby and to the rear was the woodlands, dark and murky clearly not a place for mere travellers. Instead of moving anywhere Rizel slowly sat down, his front legs tucking under him with his rear legs brushing to one side. The centaur was tired for the summons of the living can take its toll, the blood of the female creatures that surrounded him had turned to stone and crackled away in the winds but their blood remained, a blue substance sticky to the touch.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Such a tranquil place, but with such ravenous beasts, not a place to be trifled with </span><br/><br/>Rizel's guard was always sharp and his strength rapidly began to return to him, after a few minutes of resting he raised once again his figure towering over the near-by wild life. This made his own figure easily seen but if any dared try to harm him he would have no quarries in drawing his sword. In the mean time however Rizel decided to look for someone that was able to use the power of speech and perhaps wasnâ€™t here to harm him, his welcome was not the impressive after all, thus he made his way towards the woodlands where there is life for the creatures there would surely be those who would hunt to feed their villages.