(( For now I don't want to get involved with your battle. I want to do a little character development first if that's alright. ))<br/><br/>As the sun sank into the west, the forest canopy stood black against the burning sky. A haunting wind wandered through the wood, whispering wild secrets among the trees. High up in the sky laid the moon, the blackness about her drinking in her silvery beauty as the traveler amongst the ground entered the forest. He trod a narrow dirt path as the lights of a village winked out behind him, vanishing into the dusk. Wind stirred his long yellow hair. His boots crunched on fallen leaves as his route wove upward, climbing the hill in sharp, sudden turns. Although the way would have confused another, the man did not hesitate. He held a staff before him--as if the stone dragon head at its tip were a compass or guide.<br/>When he drew near the hillside, he left the path and plunged into the underbrush, tripping in his haste over protruding roots. Thorns snagged his tattered cloak, and spiderwebs broke over his face and arms. The man crept to the edge of the clearing and crouched behind a patch of brambles. He tightened his grip on his staff and peered out at the mouth of a cave, where dozens of strange creatures intertwined themselves in battle, wind stirred their fur, hair, and clothes.<br/>The man did not move but only watched. He could afford to be patient now--he had hunted them for a long time.