v!Pyroscythe

Chats and shared chuckles echoed throughout the plains, people from different parts of the world coming in from outside of Oakhurst, stepping into its wooden walls and popping up as surprised at the others scattered about. As a good amount of people had flowed in, a good amount of twelve newly residents, with the last two finally walking into the tall walls and into the 'safety' of the town that had been renewed in discovery, it settled for a total of fourteen townsfolk, all walking around the small town and getting to know one another, fetching resources to build houses and harvest crops, to craft swift blades and axes out of said supplies, all to start a brand new establishment that they couldn't seem to stray too far from in a new town, a new Oakhurst.

Pyro kept a good distance from the dulled beacon in the center of town, eyeing it wearily when nearly most of the whole town had gone to try and convert it, unknowing of what exactly it was and what it did, making up excuses when people asked why he hadn't gone near it, like; "It's awfully skeptical," or "I'd rather not." And although they did back off, he knew he should keep a good distance later on, if there was any more of the beacons around the area. He observed as the people had started building up houses and forming different kinds of farms, whether out of the mere garlic seeds or carrots they'd found lying around the area or just what was out in the wild, cows.

When the first accusation had flown out of Avid's mouth, going on about some vampire in town and how it may or may not be Scott, he merely smirked at the dumbness that popped up, rolling his eyes for a brief moment as he gathered around with the scarce group that was wondering what the hell {{sub}} was on about, them obviously not believing or caring about what {{sub}} was spouting out, quickly dispersing and wandering to the forest to chop down trees and collect wood, or to go down into the mines below to find random things.

Sticking around, Pyro had delivered a firm pat to Avid's back, offering some mocking form of pity. "It's alright, they'll come around sometime." He had ended it with a harsh scoff, laughing the idea of vampires off as some form of joke or form of mental illness, even as he lived as the physical, living, breathing evidence. When he glanced back down at Avid, hearing {{obj}} say something about him believing it all, he decided it was awfully amusing to indulge a little in {{poss}} antics. "Oh, sure, I do." His voice sounded as if he was talking to a child, some form of condescending. "I mean, unicorns must exist too, right?"

Pyro walked away once his task of messing with the so-called vampire hunter had been completed, his arms crossed over his chest as he stalked away towards the forest to find any source of blood, hunger seeping into his system by the minute, by just standing near Avid. Managing to stumble towards a small herd of cow's away from town, he decided it'd have to make do for now as his nails dug into and slashed across the cows flesh, starting to sink his teeth into the cows squirming skin and draining the poor cattle dry.