Post by Ze on Jan 29, 2007 21:22:49 GMT -5
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The market was busy and bustling with shops and vendors, people walking around and mingling with others, some haggling prices.
Few noticed the man walking around, vendors noticing him since he wore more expensive looking clothing.
His shirt was highly designed and ornate, putting more emphasis on his chest features, pants black and sleek, covering the tops of thick black boots. And thin black gloves covering his hands and wrists.
He was also adorned with jewelry of different kids, bracelets and necklaces, even a piercing or two.
After a quick look over his attire, people then noticed his facial features. Fine blonde brown hair speckled with black and grey, soft as a feather.
It seemed the last thing they noticed was his blazing red eyes, piercing almost. They frightened some, yet intrigued others.
But that was part of who he was... the avatar of Death, a bringer of pestilence, disease, and of course, death.
People worshiped him for that fact, and yet others hated him for it, as if he could have chosen a different lifestyle...
But that wasn't his choice, he was who he was, so he dealt with it.
And at that time he was just enjoying his free time in the towns, having fun till the temple guardians realized he was gone again.
It seemed he could never stay there for long, enjoying the crowds of people more than silent monks and worshipers.
The market was so lively, the exact opposite of his home, which housed more skeletons and rats than people.
Everyone was cheerful and enjoying their time with others, many giving him interested looks, though most didn't know they were looking at the man that could, and probably would kill them one day.
Though the ones who did know steered clear.
Those ones weren't worth his time.
For now he just continued exploring the market place, hoping for some adventure and excitement before he was forced to leave and go back to the temple.
The market was busy and bustling with shops and vendors, people walking around and mingling with others, some haggling prices.
Few noticed the man walking around, vendors noticing him since he wore more expensive looking clothing.
His shirt was highly designed and ornate, putting more emphasis on his chest features, pants black and sleek, covering the tops of thick black boots. And thin black gloves covering his hands and wrists.
He was also adorned with jewelry of different kids, bracelets and necklaces, even a piercing or two.
After a quick look over his attire, people then noticed his facial features. Fine blonde brown hair speckled with black and grey, soft as a feather.
It seemed the last thing they noticed was his blazing red eyes, piercing almost. They frightened some, yet intrigued others.
But that was part of who he was... the avatar of Death, a bringer of pestilence, disease, and of course, death.
People worshiped him for that fact, and yet others hated him for it, as if he could have chosen a different lifestyle...
But that wasn't his choice, he was who he was, so he dealt with it.
And at that time he was just enjoying his free time in the towns, having fun till the temple guardians realized he was gone again.
It seemed he could never stay there for long, enjoying the crowds of people more than silent monks and worshipers.
The market was so lively, the exact opposite of his home, which housed more skeletons and rats than people.
Everyone was cheerful and enjoying their time with others, many giving him interested looks, though most didn't know they were looking at the man that could, and probably would kill them one day.
Though the ones who did know steered clear.
Those ones weren't worth his time.
For now he just continued exploring the market place, hoping for some adventure and excitement before he was forced to leave and go back to the temple.