Elan didn't anticipate today be any different than his last 8035, give or take a few hundred. The day had started off normal enough. He took his vehicle to work. He talked with his friends. He went out by himself to dinner, then he didn't make it home. One moment he was sure he made a pit stop on the side of the road because his car was making noises. The next thing he knew the ground seemed to slide out from under him. Then when he woke up, for he must have either passed out or fallen asleep, he was tied up and being stared at by what he could only assume were people. Though they were like no people he had seen but for the general shape. They were normal in height and build, but not skin color and the obvious lack of horns and markings. There were about five men. All of them looking down at Elan like he was the scum of the earth. None of them were very happy. Elan listened to them as they put their heads together and talked. He could only hear snippets of the conversation. What he could hear didn't make him very comfortable. They talked about his horns that curled over his head before coming back to his temples. They pointed out his grey-ish black skin color and his amber eyes. They pointed out his markings, natural tattoos that were all over his body, that moved. They called him a demon and judging from their tone, that couldn't be a good thing. Elan at first hadn't panicked. It was weird and he didn't like it, yes, but his wasn't quite sure it was actually happening. It wasn't until one of the men suggested killing him because he was a demon that he panicked. He wasn't a demon, but he wasn't going to stick around and point it out when they were going to try and stick a pointy knife in him. The "demon" easily snapped the roped and escaped out of a really dingy and old fashioned barn. When Elan stepped outside he stopped despite the men inside yelling. It was like he had stepped into the twilight zone. Or the medieval ages. But he didn't have time to gawk. Elan made a break for it. One of the men tossed a rock at him, but it only grazed his shoulder. Elan stumbled around a house and into a woman who screamed bloody murder. Elan got the hint rather quickly. Real or not, everyone here didn't like him. It was obvious it was because of how he looked, compared to their strange, pale, and androgynous looks. Elan quickly put together, as the woman's husband came out of the house with a wicked looking shovel, that staying here and looking for safety was a sure way to get killed. The "demon" made a break for the fields surrounding the small, quaint, and really archaic farm village. He stumbled a bit over the plants and rocky ground. When someone rose from the ground in front of him, he tripped over them and ended up sprawled on the ground with a curse. "Sorry." Elan said as he scrambled back to his feet.