<div align="center">Get your motor runnin'<br/>Head out on the highway<br/>Looking for adventure<br/>In whatever comes our way<br/><br/>Yeah, darlin'<br/>Gonna make it happen<br/>Take the world in a love embrace<br/>Fire all of your guns at once<br/>And explode into space<br/><br/>I like smoke and lightnin'<br/>Heavy metal thunder<br/>Racing in the wind<br/>And the feeling that I'm under<br/><br/>Yeah, darlin'<br/>Gonna make it happen<br/>Take the world in a love embrace<br/>Fire all of your guns at once<br/>And explode into space<br/><br/>Like a true nature's child<br/>We were born<br/>Born to be wild<br/>We can climb so high<br/>I never wanna die<br/>Born to be wild<br/>Born to be wild<br/><br/>Get your motor runnin'<br/>Head out on the highway<br/>Looking for adventure<br/>In whatever comes our way<br/><br/>Yeah, darlin'<br/>Gonna make it happen<br/>Take the world in a love embrace<br/>Fire all of your guns at once<br/>And explode into space<br/><br/>Like a true natures child<br/>We were born<br/>Born to be wild<br/>We can climb so high<br/>I never wanna die<br/>Born to be wild<br/>Born to be wild<br/></div><br/><br/><br/>We are not alone on this world.  Beings who walk between our world and the spirit realm as well as between man and beast walk among us.  They hunt and patrol areas of deep woods in the most ancient parts of the globe using it as thier domain and gateway.  These are the so-called Black Forests.  The Appalacian Mountains is one of the oldest mountain ranges on the world.  It started with soaring heights similar to the Rockies but over countless eons were worn away into the soft foothills we know of today.  This is their world... in the midst of our own.  How easily one slips between these realms... at first safely in the lands of man and then suddenly intruding on the hunting grounds of such primieval predators?<br/><br/>Let us watch and see.<br/><br/>Linden seemed to literally step out of the darkness.  He was a very tall and powerful man.  Olive skin and black buzz cut hair seemingly centered around a pair of gem brilliant blue eyes.  Dressed in lose fitting, dark clothing and cargo pants he walked confidently with military posture and completely comfortable with the night.  He was meeting his young sister in a square dancing, truck stop bar called The Frisky Buzzard.  Probably a poorly kept secret description of the owner's ex-wife.  It was one of the larger bars in town... and much of thier lives had happened there.  It had been a logical choice for where they were to meet tonight.<br/><br/>The owner of the bar had a brother in the neon light business.  So as was expected, The Frisky Buzzard was ablazed at night as if it were one of those torn down and rebuilt buildings some townships have imported from Europe.  This one, though, looked as if it belonged in Las Vagas.  Most prominently displayed was a neon light motion cartoon of a buzzard getting steamy eared and worked up when a headless girl's dress is almost blown up Marilyn Monroe style.  So this was obviously a very 'classy' joint.<br/><br/>Stopping for a few minutes, he paced a few times as Linden got accilmated to being around so many people.  So many people met and recreated here, it was literally a rite of passage for locals to sojourn here at least four times a week.  A lot of people came in from the surrounding counties, it was known for its deep fried, beer battered... well, everything.  After talking himself down, Linden took a few minutes to light up a cigerette to draw on a few times before walking in.  He usually didnt smoke... but this was literally one of the few places one could smoke within a building.  They had some kind of reverse fans which sucked away smoke.  It calmed his nerves... with so many people around him... so many different scents... it was a crutch to steady himself with.<br/><br/>Scanning the make out level of semidarkness they kept the dancefloor lit at, he easily and casually checked to see if River was there yet...