[ledmonkey]

Cuattle was deeply distressed with himself.

{What Am I Doing? I'm just making myself a killer by trying to avenge.}

He could smell the blood on his tales.

{What have I done?}

*Cuattle ran to the forest hoping to seek refuge.*

{I suppose the fighting will never stop. There will always be confilict....Theres nothing I can do about it. This world.*Cuattle looked around* There will never be peace...Always descruction.}

As Cuattle was in thought, he did not relize how deep he had taken himself into the forest. He began to worry.....until he heard a voice. He followed it until he stumbled upon a clearing near the base of the mountain. There was a deamon standing over a girl. He couldn't make out too many deatails because he only saw with his mind waves.

[ooc]karma im gonna need your permission to continue on from here.......ill continue it when I get your response.[/ooc]