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He preferred most to travel along the coastline. Where ever there was work to be found, not many would give a sideways glance to his face. Many sailors carried their life's grueling work on their skin. The map of his scars merely outlined how much experience he carried, and by the strength of his hands and back, there could be no argument to his capability.

The Creature worked for bread and company, but he didn't not work all the time. He kept moving, too. Cities were better than small villages. The whispers were still there, but in the city, they rushed quickly by him. It was in smaller hamlets he invited trouble. Better to keep to the wooded paths and sleep out of sight of the world's most dangerous predator... Man. He walked in the blue hour just before the sun peaked over the horizon. Though, it's warmth would take until midday to break through the treeline that surrounded him. His hood was down and his face exposed when a branch broke underfoot from out of sight. "Who is there? I mean no harm."