Phoenix sighed as he watched the people pass by him. He was absolutely bored and could think of nothing as he watched the people pass by. Normally he would lay with some human women to ease his boredom, but after being hunted by some strong hunters the other day, he didn't even feel like that.<br/><br/>Deciding to try to find something to do, he moved from his spot on the wall he was leaning against and began walking. He passed by shops and places to eat, paying them no mind all along the time. He stopped in front of a fruit stand, debating whether he should buy something from it. Out the corner of his eye he noticed a little girl staring at him. Curious, he walked up to her asking her a question. "Do you need something?"<br/><br/>"Are you really a murder? You don't seem like what big brother described."<br/><br/>"What?" he asked surprised. The girl just pointed to a wall where there was a poster with a drawing of him from the shoulders up. While it was drawn well it wasn't perfect with lack of colors and full figure. If it had those things then it would have shown how Phoenix was very tall, taller than most, shorter than few. His blazing red hair reached a little past his waist, had a messy look with pieces that were curving up here and there, and finally it looked like feathers from a bird. His eyes looked like fire and for clothing he wore knee length boots with a small heel made for men, black pants that went into them, a white long sleeved shirt and a black cloak.<br/><br/>"No I'm not," he told the girl before ripping the poster off of the wall and turning quickly on his heel. He began walking fast as he could to get out of the village to avoid attention, putting his cloak hood on along the way to cover his hair.This was definitely those hunters doing. Now the only way he could avoid them is direct confrontation which would not end well, or pluck himself until they gave up, which was even worse since it was not only an embarrassment to his kind, but it would hinder him in case of escape.<br/><br/>As he walked he paid no mind to where he was going, his head turning back to make sure no one was following as opposed to making sure he wasn't going to crash into anyone ahead of him.