<span style="color: #FF0000">Rezekiel blinked for a moment as the wind started to pick up around the mountain, hugging his jacket tighter to his body. In a matter of seconds, it felt like the temperature had plummeted several degrees, and it was anything but fanciful. The cold bit at him, even deeper than it would a regular human. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I am a regular human,</span> he reminded himself, as was the usual. He would always struggle with his identity, for he knew he was human but he didn't know whether the ways in which he had been changed made him something different. His strength, his affinity to fire... they had their advantages, but at the same time they made him feel alien.<br/><br/>Rezekiel blinked again as he thought he saw a pair of eyes in the storm. Wary, he drew his sword once again, looking out on all sides for danger. There was something odd going on, however, something more menacing than a pair of eyes in the blizzard or the strange creatures that suddenly burst out menacingly at him. <br/><br/>For a moment, they seemed to calm down, and Rezekiel wondered what might be going on. As one of the burliest of them came up to meet him, he put a hand to his sword carefully and looked up at the creature in the eyes, hearing its words.<br/><br/>"Oh, you know... it's a nice day for a walk," Rezekiel said earnestly, smiling up at the creature but keeping his body tense in case of an attack.</span>