Genesis feels another presence, "a human..? No, a legend..?" She stops playing for a minute to speak, "You can't hide from me," She says, her face going back to that serious face that seems scary to most people

Lore blinks, a little startled. Dissolving into mist, he reforms in the branches of a tree as a small white songbird. "And who is asking?" His voice is high and quiet, like a forest breeze.

She sighs, "You do know that some legends can sense other legends, right?" She asks, lifting her flute back to her lips as she gets ready to play again.

"I do know," Lore replies, popping back into view and perching gracefully on the tree branch. The young boy is otherworldly but beautiful, looking down at Genesis with long-lashed catlike eyes. "I simply.... did not expect to see another of our kind after so long. I am called Lore," He says, giving the faint impression of a smile. "Or most call me that, anyways. Names have never really suited me much, but I suppose it gives the feeble-minded humans something to grip on by." He pauses for a couple of seconds, listening to Genesis' music. "Well. If I may ask, what brings you here?"

"Name's genesis, I always play an instrument here, whether it's the flute, guitar, or something else," She says in the middle of playing

"Genesis......." He murmurs, pondering for a second. Is that the name he's heard before, whispered in the life force of the city? "Then our motives are quite similar," He says, giving a nod and laying back on the tree branch, blue eyes reflecting the overcast hue of the sky. He pulls an apple from his bag and bites down, exposing small, slightly pointed white teeth. The forest seems to resonate with the sound of Genesis' music. She's not half bad, Lore decides. Still, I cannot shake the feeling that I have heard her name before. Where on Earth....?

Her music stops suddenly as she hears a gunshot, she turns around and sees a hunter, a bullet coming straight at her, she catches the bullet and throws it at the hunter, when she threw it, the bullet seemed as if it had been shot out of a gun, it hits the hunter but not in a vital spot, she then continues to play her music

Lore leaps from the branch, a cold, hardened look in his eyes. He grits his teeth, looking a lot older and more powerful than before. He is several centuries old and lives up to that status.
"A disrespect for life and balance such as yours," He muses, "Is absolutely sickening. Those who take life must have respect for it, and come to terms with it. Meaningless death..... there is nothing quite as revolting to me." He glowers down at the man, jolting his hand upward in a delicate yet threatening manner. The man, who is sprawled on the ground, jerks upward three feet into the air.
"Leave this place," Lore says quietly, his voice not much more than a whisper, but resonant and musical beyond belief. "And never return, not until you are ready to come to terms with the punishments that such a betrayal of the life force brings."
The hunter, dazed and terrified, limps away out of the woods. Lore, with a sigh, returns to his usual form. "I have no tolerance for the ignorance of the human race."

"I have no tolerance for them at all," She says, her voice dark. "The human race is cruel and destructive." She says again, lives with them for at least 600 years, she knows this for a fact, it's not an opinion to her.

Crimson was taking a break from the concert that he had done and went inside woods. He turn his electric guitar to a necklace and put it on his neck. He heard someone taking and went to them.