Talos' hands twitched against his sides, his bright green eyes glittering like poisonous gems. In Stokbon, there were so many places to steal from. It made his inner thief crow with delight, just aching to be released among the people here. They didn't know that there was someone willing to steal among them. His skin crawled with the reminder that he had to be obviously male here, and with that feeling came a scowl that crept onto his face. Clasping his hands together, the long-haired man couldn't help but bounce forward with a skip in his step. Whirling around the trees on his way here had been absolutely freeing, letting him get in touch with nature around him. His bright crimson hair had clashed among the greens of the trees like a Christmas tree, an exhilarated feeling rushing through his veins. Even now, Talos could feel the remains of the adrenaline rushing through his blood, dizzying him even further when he stopped at the edge of Stokbon. A bright, toothy smile crossed his face as he crossed the border. He was in the official confinements of a city. In a bright contrast to the modern world outside of this virtual reality, the game was set in medieval society. Where swords existed instead of the deafening booms and explosions of guns. It was a stark relief to Talos, whose sisters loved to go hunting in the woods behind their home in New York. With a deep sigh, Talos inhaled the clean air of the new world deeply. If this was the first place he could get into trouble in, then he would seek it where-ever he felt like it.
