(Its late and had fun a bit xD)
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Dark. It was late and dark out as the moon shined brightly in the sky and the stars made it brighter. If you thought about it, the sky wasn't that dark. But unfortunately the sky wasn't too bright seeing as Travis was standing underneath a big canopy of trees. A crisp breeze swept through the clearing carrying with it the scent of the forest pine. Filling his nostrils Travis inhaled and exhaled slowly. Green shrubbery littered the forest floor with dead wood, branches, and various other items that muffled many people's footsteps. The night was silent as the lone person walked through the area barely making a sound. Then a loud hooing broke the silence in the forest as an owl chirped up. The owl sprung up from its spot on the tree and flew off into the night.
A still silhouette stood amongst the trees alone. One hand on his waist with a single thumb through a belt loop tugging at it downwards. His pants revealed his boxers as his one arm hung limp and pulled at his pants. His other arm, laid at rest with his broadsword, the flat side of it pushing at the back of his head, as he hung his arm up there. Making a loud yawning sound, he took a couple of paces through the forest not even paying attention to what was around him. His grey battered shirt, ripped and torn at the sleeves made him look homeless or too poor to afford decent clothes. But why buy new clothes when you will just end up ruining those? His black hair swayed to the right as another gust of wind came by. Several strands of bandages hung loosely as they batted his arms when the wind picked up. His entire forearms were wrapped in the bandages allowing strands just to hang around limply.
A chill went down Travis's back as the wind touched the back of his neck hairs. As he shivered slightly, he tightened his muscles revealing his strong lead pipes from the years of his Kenjutsu training. Crouching down, he stabbed his sword into the ground, tip first. Placing his palm on the top of the sword, he leaned forward and placed his chin ontop of his hands. The only visible thing was his relaxed black looking jeans and its many loops of rope or belt. Turning his head to the side oh so slowly, it popped several times and Travis let out a sigh of relief.
Subject: The Purple versus the Green! -P- 
