<div class="floatleft">(http://files.myopera.com/TKRaw/albums/374357/thumbs/seal-kidoumaru-lvl2.jpg_thumb.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Zaara<br/><strong>For whom:</strong>Open; Henrik<br/><strong>Where: </strong>The trail on all eight limbs<br/><strong>When:</strong>Sometime close to 1pm<br/><hr/>"That's quite the linage you have there.  Never knew my parents, but I'm personally hoping they're alive out there.  I was raised by a demon hunting priest and his wife."  When the Henrik fellow started spouting German, Zaara faltered a step in confusion, falling a couple more feet behind before clawing his way back to his original position.  "Never stop.....no wonder."<br/><br/>Soon after he said that, a cute girl who was soaking wet, her shirt plastered against her ample.......*WHAM!*<br/><br/>Suddenly, Zaara realized that he had hit a tree......a freaking TREE!!!  "Well,"  he laughed into the tree, "It was worth it to see those bouncing breasts hahaha."  His laughing soon ended when he tried to pull away from the tree.  It was then that he realized that his horns were embedded into the trunk.  Zaara started saying many expletives as he tried to force his way off the tree.  Eventually, he gave up and just started pleading with anyone who came near him for help......