[Epicurus D. Vampyler]

If he had not seen so much in his life, he would have been surprised at the sight of the winged woman. It had slightly caught him off guard, but only because he was not expecting it. He looked up into the woman’s eyes; his tired gaze met hers as he forced the muscles in his face to muster up a smile. She had a cool, calm demeanor about her that had caught his attention, he wondered what she was doing out here in the cold. The horse was wandering which meant that she had been off doing something else, not that it was any business of his. He did not respond to her horse comment but continued to keep the smile up and he tried not to piece the situation together too much.

”Epicurus Vampyler, and this is my companion Pristine.” he nodded to the side towards his steed as if he needed to reference whom he spoke of. He extended his hand and gently took hers in greeting. It was this contact that had thrown his into déjà vu, this was not the first time that they had met, he was sure of it. His travels had been spent trying to block the memories of the last few eras, he tried to grasp where he had met her before. Perhaps she would recall, but he would not say anything ‘til then. ”It is a pleasure to meet you.”

His cold stiff fingers did their best to hold the reigns of Pristine, who was getting restless from having to hold still for a few seconds. It seemed the winged woman’s curiosity had gotten the best of her as well as she asked Epic where he was going, if only he knew. He let out a long drawn sigh, watching his breath float away in the cold. ”I am not sure where I am going, I know, sounds a bit crazy. I just, needed to get away.” He didn’t expect her to understand, but it was the best explanation he could come up with. ”What of you, what are you doing out here in the cold, with your horse a wander?”