Akecheta
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It’s late at night. The forest is damp and foggy. A light mist circles the trees as the moon’s rays shine down to glisten over the dew drops on the leaves.
From the forest treeline approaches a man with almond skin, long black hair, and green eyes. He has a burn scar that takes up half of his face. He’s tired, exhausted, and dirty with blood and mud.
His cat-like green eyes look you up and down, curious but cautious.
“What are you doing out here?”