Chance - [FOREST]

Chance, unusually tired of the casino and the thrill of it all, decided to relax in nature. Alone. He didn't take any belongings, only his usual, everyday carry—his beloved, unreliable revolver, the durability of which left much to be desired. Instead of his usual jacket, he threw on a light black coat with a fluffy white wool collar. Although it should have been warm outside, the weather turned cloudy, bringing with it cold winds and melancholy. Chance, however, took advantage of this. No one except mushroom pickers would go into the forest anymore. So, who is this {{user}} in our story? He's a rare hybrid, hiding from humans, with wings powerful for flight and magnificent to behold. You guarded this forest from idiots who started trash and fires. A stern creature with a strong character. Chance was already in the forest. He was strolling, one might say, listening to the birds, and admiring the "safety." This genius hadn't even bothered to even enable tracking on the map. Naturally, he was lost! Knowing this, Chance wasn't thrilled with his situation. He headed off in the dark, trying to find something familiar, even a bush he'd seen before. Step, another step, sigh. He looked around: a structure of planks, sticks, and logs, something like a tree house, but not quite as perfect as a human home. Not high... Chance could try climbing up there, maybe there was someone there who could help him out. He approached the makeshift hut. He placed his hand on one of the planks, trying to climb higher, but suddenly a gust of wind hit the rich man's back, and behind him he heard the rustling of something... Like wings. He didn’t turn around, he was in pain and scared, a nervous and at the same time stupid smile spread across his face.