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Maybe I was made the villain — Turtleback Lake 
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Played by Ashbash who has 170 posts.
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Eirian Asurn

Tainted landscape, that was all that the young Asurn man saw as cream lapped limbs perused the new scenery to be graced with his presence. No longer capable of witnessing the scarlet sand washed hills with a glance over his broadened shoulder. Instead, red was exchanged for various shades of green and brown. Dreary colors in comparison to the vibrancy the Sierra Hills offered, but as exquisite as they were, they offered little to no usable resources for the loner. Let alone a future colony. So ebony licked paws moved onward sinking deeper into the putrid stench of mutts. Fleshy lips receding each time a wave of the malodorous odor burned his nostrils until a snort brought in untainted air. But there was little Eirian could do about the pest dilemma currently. Bigger, more important task had to be obtained first before eradication of the un-pure could begin.

Tangerine optics cast about this new landscape. In the distance the sparkling surface of a calm lake could be seen from his vantage point. An hour or two would bring his sturdy limbs to tread upon the soft sediment of crushed rock from the coming and going of waves. A result of mother nature's classic erosion. To his southwest loomed a mountain top smaller now than from when he remained further south, miles of untrekked forest to the east. Contemplation contorted Eirian's facial features as his next plan of action was mapped out, ebony dipped tail flicking idly over his heels. Thus far he was yet to smell the indications of any packs, but the amount of general individuals he smelt on the air would have pointed otherwise. Had the Asurn overlooked something? It did not matter.

Russet audits rotated briefly before coming to rest neutrally atop his skull. It was time to move on again. Eirian's bulky embodiment slithering between the various tree trunks that held different thicknesses. Pressing his rib cage against their textured bark to inform others of his recent passing through by leaving his masculine cologne and tufts of fur behind. There was nothing worthy to be found within this section of Eden in his scrutinizing gaze. Or was there?