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The woods are a pretty sweet setup, really- they're kinda away from the bar, not a whole lot of people go there, except the occasional Dude Sparring in the Clearing or Werewolves (who, at the time, don't usually count as people, at least in the Monster's eyes).

Thus, there is one hideous monstrosity kickin' back out in the wilderness, enjoying a lack of company.

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"My actions should come as no surprise," he answers, "It is but the learned response to any encounter with Man, for my visage marks me as a daemon to them, and they wish only my demise."

Well she can't really argue with that considering her own thoughts.

"My duty is to protect the innocent not punish the guilty. If you don't do harm to another you have nothing to fear from me." her words are true and sincere.

He regards her carefully.

"I can offer no promise of peaceableness, for I am a creature of passion, just as the race that created me, and have often before shown myself to be the very loathsome beast I am seen as in many an eye. I can but say that it relieves me greatly to believe that there are those here who would save another from the gruesome fate I would inflict."

It's what they do really. Destiny and all that.

Taking a few steps closer, "I am more then capable of taking care of myself and am not afraid of you." In all likelihood she has seen worse. "Please come out." she doesn't much care for shouting back and forth.

A head and shoulders cautiously emerge from the brush.

She had been bracing herself so it wasn't much of a shock when he rises from the bush. She offers an encouraging smile and takes a few steps closer. She has no weapons on her only a pouch hanging from her jeans that have a pad of paper and a pen in them. The food resting on a rock behind her.

"Isn't that better?" she asks. Her mind scrolling through the book of Shadows or what she can rememebr off hand from it in search of his face. After a few moments she realizes that it isn't there.

"...to be entirely truthful, it is scant relief. To expose myself to view has, until recent times, produced only dismay and misfortune." He flinches back nervously.

Closing the gap so that they are within arms reach, "Well given all that has happened recently there is nothing you could do to make things worse for me and I have no reason to harm you."

Extending her hand, "I'm Prue Halliwell."

After a pause, and a glance around- it could be a trap, after all- her reaches out to envelop her hand in his.

"I am William Damon von Frankenstein. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"It's nice to meet you as well William." still smiling as she notes that he has great manners.

Sometimes he does, anyway.

"I hope you will not think ill of me, that I wonder why a lady like yourself should set foot in the wilderness... it is not commonly the haunt of humans."

"I'm in search of a friend of mine that has taken refuge out here. Thought he might be hungry." indicating the platter. She would offer him something but Harold gets first dibs.

[OOP: Is slowtime OK? Workday's done]

[OOC LOL, was about to say the same thing.]

"I see. You have befriended one of the denizens of this forest?"

"No, he's a little boy and his dog." smiling, "They have come out here for the time being." though she is going to try and get him to go back.

A pause. His face clouds, and he shrinks back a little into the bushes.

Prue notices, "What's the matter?"

"I know not what business you would have with such a boy, yet I must have you know that he is under my protection. Should you wish him ill, I shall stop at nothing to keep you from him."

Prue smiles softly. happy that he has shown himself to someone else. "I don't wish him ill. I just came out to spend time with him and to bring him food. I am glad to know that there is someone else looking out for him." She really isn't worried about him doing her any harm.

"I can assure you he is well provided-for, and seems quite capable of survival," he replies. That whole trusting thing? Yeah, not happening here.

"I'm glad to hear it." though she would prefer to hear it from Harold and yeah her with the trusting not so much especially with this. The whole thing where the people who just killed her sisters were raised by demons. Well one of them.

"But there is more then that a child needs. And really it's not like I need your permission to see him."

And he's looming up already.

"Nay, but I shall allow none to approach unless it be by his leave. It would take great fear for a child- even one with such powers as he- to flee to such a place as this, and I'll not see him threatened."

Prue gives the man a strange look, "Do you have any idea why he's out here?" because honestly it's either that or get angry and things wouldn't go well if she let her anger take hold, she has just had too rough of a wekkfor that.

"I know that he finds the tavern unpleasant, and had taken refuge in the forest, and that he intends not to return. I see no need to know any more."