The sound of crunching leaves can be heard on a crisp winter night. Racing across the forest is a being not like any other. They're a light transparent purple with a faint white glow coming from their chest. They were running from something, someone. Looking behind them they finally reached a cave with luminous stalactites scattered across the roof of the cave. In they go before they find a empty spot clear from any debris or water. The only thing near was the bright stalactites hanging from the roof of the cave. They sat down crossing their legs neatly the sound of glass hitting together echoed throughout the cave as they did so. They closed their eyes and began a long meditation. Their name is Mauvais.
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FantasyI'll be honest I don't Know? I made a character named Mauvais and he's not your typical dude. He's made out of stained glass. He has been around for a very long time and is quite powerful having the ability to travel through Space and time and havin...
