Ooc: Tree Shade's in my signature.

Bic:

Smudged fingers stroked a forked beard, their owner stopping in the middle of the road. A sudden thought just struck him: He hadn't seen another sentient creature in nearly a week. What had he been doing all that time? He stopped to try and remember, but couldn't think up anything of significance. He could have just been spacing out that whole week. It had happened before.

Shrugging off this thought, he continued down the road. The moon was bright, the crickets were singing, and the frogs were screaming.

The dead of night, the night of dead... nah, makes no sense. He thought to himself.

Alright, he had to do something. He didn't notice until then, but he was extremely bored. Having spaced out for a solid seven days straight, he really needed something exciting to happen soon.

What should he do? His mind spinned the invisible wheel of opportunity, searching the landscape for something, anything that could occupy him for the rest of the night. Right there in the middle of the valley was probably the worst place for any sort of fun. There were no silly humans to toy with, no funny dogs to set on fire, no humble peasants to steal bread from. But there, suddenly, the wheel of opportunity stopped. Up ahead, before his very own black and white eyes, walked a figure.

Rules of engagement? He asked himself. He thought on this a brief moment, but finally settled on the right thing. Picking up his pace, he rushed to meet the stranger. "Hello, stranger!" He chimed, bright smile filling his face. He had no clue where this confrontation would go, but he was sure it would be much less boring than spacing out.