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The air screams with life. Bugs buzzing, birds chirping, animals of all sizes running around. The air smells of dirt, of applewood trees, of flowers and somehow, of sunshine, the scents pleasing to the senses and laying heavy on the tongue. Sunshine warms the skin enough to be comforting, almost enough to lull a person to sleep in the woodlands. Through it all, a gentle breeze blows rustles through the leaves, causing some to fall from their trees.

The air goes still. The leaves that had been falling stop, and in their midst stands a man, short and slightly plump, dusted here and there with dirt with a smile upon his sun-touched skin. His hair is the color of healthy mahogany bark, his eyes the color of fresh spring grass, his armor made of living wood, grass, and his cloak formed of the leaves that had fallen from the trees. He stands in a ray of sunshine, flowers and spring grasses blooming at his feet. The sounds of the forest speak a name to you: '''Javn…'''

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	The air goes still. The leaves that had been falling stop, and in their midst stands a man, short and slightly plump, dusted here and there with dirt with a smile upon his sun-touched skin. His hair is the color of healthy mahogany bark, his eyes the color of fresh spring grass, his armor made of living wood, grass, and his cloak formed of the leaves that had fallen from the trees. He stands in a ray of sunshine, flowers and spring grasses blooming at his feet. The sounds of the forest speak a name to you: '''Javn…'''		The air goes still. The leaves that had been falling stop, and in their midst stands a man, short and slightly plump, dusted here and there with dirt with a smile upon his sun-touched skin. His hair is the color of healthy mahogany bark, his eyes the color of fresh spring grass, his armor made of living wood, grass, and his cloak formed of the leaves that had fallen from the trees. He stands in a ray of sunshine, flowers and spring grasses blooming at his feet. The sounds of the forest speak a name to you: '''Javn…'''
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Satsujin at 19:30, 22 May 2016

Satsujin: Created page with "The air screams with life. Bugs buzzing, birds chirping, animals of all sizes running around. The air smells of dirt, of applewood trees, of flowers and somehow, of sunshine,..."