Petulant says How intriguing.. Ohhh I'm trembling my boots, a protector you say? How ghastly! *laughs* A fighter is in you after all, good show. I take pride in my manners and kid words, my dear fellow. * rolls eyes and crosses arms*
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Petulant says Indeed, been one since the day of my death. It exists between two realms, so it's possible it was destroyed in the human world. *growls* Dumb humans.. Best of what dare I ask? And Dream Weavers..? More like sissy little girls..
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Petulant says You see, boy, I am a poltergeist. That's a type of spirit, if you weren't aware. I am- was Samuel Parkerson. Regardless, I am the guardian of The Forest Of Demise. This forest is both a real place, amongst humans, and a gateway between the living- *he grimaces* and the dead. I control all that you see, from vines to branches. *he crosses his arms and huffs* Now who are you?
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Petulant says *A man of medium height appears in front of him; he is always transparent* What brings you to my forest boy? *he brushes back his long, spiky green hair; as his soulless, dead black eyes stare blankly at him*
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