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deadelfwalking[Koltira stalks the streets with purpose, fully armored, runeblade in hand. Most people give him a wide berth, if they don't outright turn and run. The citizens are used to the unusual, the disturbing, even the frightening, but this guy's aura is positively murderous.
His expression is twisted in obvious pain; he grits his teeth, he perspires, his eyes are narrowed with some kind of barely restrained rage. He stops at every alleyway, staring down into the darkness as if hoping to see something there. After waiting for a few moments, he moves on to the next. It's only a matter of time, he thinks.]
His expression is twisted in obvious pain; he grits his teeth, he perspires, his eyes are narrowed with some kind of barely restrained rage. He stops at every alleyway, staring down into the darkness as if hoping to see something there. After waiting for a few moments, he moves on to the next. It's only a matter of time, he thinks.]
