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"Your presence is a nuisance child. I long for the day when I can either consume this pitiful form or gain one of my own."

The demonic echo of a voice called out from a distance, its form unrecognizable through the dense fog, though one could make out movement as the sudden silence was broken by the tapping of elegant slow steps.

"But until that day, it will not hurt for you to gain some knowledge of this world instead of relying on these two fools. Now boy, wake. We have places to see and what remains of that damned Vera's creations to find."
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The voice of Mr. Sin always brought happiness to Dusk's face, though he of course would not be aware, if someone had been watching the boy sleep, a large grin would go easily noticed. This particular 'dream' had been the first when Dusk could clearly hear Mr. Sin, though he was unable to ask any questions as he usually did this time, most went unanswered any way. Even so, Dusk had yet to meet any people in the last few days since he was...born possibly? He had not really decided what to call the day when he awoke after hearing Mr. Sin scream for hours, cursing, he believed was the proper phrase, about not gaining the body he had been waiting for. Whatever the case, Mr. Sin was the only other thing Dusk was able to have a conversation with, as most of the animals he had seen kept their distance. But all of that would change today.

Dusk woke up, yawning through his perfect toothy grin and stretching his arms out as he wiggled his body into action. He opened his eyes, the florescent purple adding a black light effect to the dark room as he looked around, the dim rainbow of color that made up the rest of his eye color began to brighten and flow, forming small waves of light across his hand as he began to rub his face. Dusk rolled over until he was stopped by a wall, a limb of the Crimson Ace snaking up the wall until it came to a railing. It wrapped itself tightly, tugging as Dusk brought himself to his feet.

He was on the edge of The Ruined City of Istraloth. Dusk actually had no clue of this place until he was called out to by a group of seamen o a large ship. They said the place was haunted, but such words meant nothing to him. They had imparted a few words of wisdom however. The first was to stay out of the open at night. He had chosen to listen to these words, finding a building as shelter, this particular one had an enclosed staircase with no doors and a lock. He had heard creatures outside, some possibly entering the building but nothing to frightening. With yet another yawn, Dusk let go of the railing and rushed up the stairs, and through the door, coming to the roof. It did not take long for him to recognize the scattered debris that was once his shoddy attempt at a raft. He had not had high expectations for it to really float, as Mr. Sin referred to it as 'that piece of shit' which he believed to be yet another one of his many curse words, but could not be sure.

It did not take once seasoned in the ways of the world to realize this was a problem. The waters were of course not safe, as Dusk had already bear witness to the natural food chain at work. If anything it was a surprising event, watching a creature wish such sharp teeth rip another to parts and engulf it much like he had done with the roots he had managed to dig up on the cliffs for the past few days. Hopefully, he could find a creature that was not as dangerous within the water and use it as a source of food for himself. Like he had been instructed, it was probably best to stay clear of the water when possible. This in mind, it would be hard to get around simply jumping from roof top to roof top as he could already see plenty of gaps that he could not hope to clear.

Whatever the circumstances, he could not just sit here all day. His first priority would be to try and find some way out of this place, possibly by finding that ship he had passed by and sailing with them to some other land. Paying them however could become a problem. Currency was one of the first things Mr. Sin had taught Dusk. If he could find something of value then he might be able to convince them to bring him along as well. He had his goals, but it still all seemed to get slightly less important as his stomach emitted a noise that until now had been foreign to him. As suddenly as it came, it had stopped. It was possible that these goals could be accomplished after finding a decent meal, and as such Dusk set off, taking a few steps back and running at full speed till he came to the edge of the building, jumping off and landing the an open window of the closest structure to him. He used the black limbs to balance himself, placing them inside the walls and stiffening them so as to not fall back as he pulled his body in. Water had entered this floor, coming up to his knees as he jumped down making a splash. He found the water a bit cold yet refreshing.

This would be where he would start his search. Hopefully he could find something of interest or more importantly something to eat.