The Adventures of Clarence the Balimoran Continue!
Clarence breathed in the fresh air of the Taiga Forest. He sighed, the air here was much cleaner than the air of the dirty polluted cities that others called home. He didn’t understand how they lived in those despicable cesspits. He shrugged it wasn’t for him to judge, he walked further into the forest the snow crumpling beneath his bare feet. Unlike most people Clarence hated shoes, he wore pants because even the other Balimora had deemed it necessary, but he would much rather be in the pelts of animals. It was then he heard the snap of a twig off in the distance, and heard the breath of a human their rotting stink polluting the forest. He snarled he knew what they were here for, to murder his neighbors and his friends. He threw off his bear skin cloak and rushed towards the scent, the world blurring around him, his field of vision narrowing. The clouds gathered overhead, quickly coming to a head as a crackling storm. Thunder booming, his rage personified. He saw the poacher, his gun raised pointed at a large Elk. The elk had not yet realized the danger, Clarence leapt through the air crashing into the poacher, eviscerating him with the fury of a wild beast, then rushing off into the forest. When he awoke it was to a shaded grove of trees, covered in the blood of the hunt.
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