Rock simply observed from the wall, a maybe about a yard away. He was almost blending into the shadows of the wall he was leaning against. His shadow seemed a little; horns, an oddly formed head and surprisingly, an empty space there the eye would be. It was the reflection of Rock's true form, a shadow entity. Though not very common, they rarely showed themselves at all. They tended to prefer to dwell within shadows all their lives. The rarer few who tried to have a normal life and got caught usually ended up being burned to stake around the witch hunt times. It gave a good lesson to most of the shadow-dweller community. Rock was brave enough to try and live the dream of his fallen brothers in a more modern day. Where the things back in those days never happened. Nevertheless, it always kept him to keep reserve and not open to people. Which probaby explained why he was against the wall, quite a few feet away from the gang.<br/><br/>((I have no clue who the guy was that she smiled upon in the before last post of AndyZ XP Is it me or another guy?))