Pandor sat in a tree in the world of the living painting a picture of the seenery of the woods he was in. It was fall and the leaves were changing collors so of corse he came to see them and paint them. He was whereing the normal armor with the claw blood symble on the shoulders he zanpokto on his back. pandor humed a familure lulliby lilly sings often. he was a good artest but never realy tryed to show off or anything.