Sullen Nights Spent: (Belenos and Kiernan)
Mar 3, 2015 6:24:45 GMT
Post by Ghoulsnap on Mar 3, 2015 6:24:45 GMT
(Year is 8284)
Too. Damn. Cold.
That was all Belenos could think of as he walked through the damp streets of Song-lu, shivering with his hands stuffed in his clothing, trying to think about anything other the temperature. Instead he focused solely on obtaining his fix of opium in the warm tavern he was slave to. Long stringy hair, greasy from poor treatment was wrapped up into a messy bun on the top of his head, the style hiding some residue of the night's work within it. Dark purple circles oozed impossibly far down the young man's face under two dull eyes, up and over dry grayish skin to end at hallowed cheeks. And despite the thick robes the boy had wrapped tightly around his pale form, it was quite obvious how dramatically thin he was, bones protruding far more than what could be considered healthy.
Most people were resting by now, but he had just finished a job given to him by his boss, disposing of two rogue members, the work was easy today. Though, a small amount of blood was still caked under his thin finger nails, yellow and brittle from malnourishment. Murder was not very forgiving on the man's psyche though, and the entire walk he was jumping at every sound, afraid someone would find out what he had done under the cover of the stars.
He rounded a corner, and immediately felt uneasy. Something about the small paved road didn't feel quite right. It wasn't his usual route to the tavern, something was definitely off about it. The drug addict glanced around, trying to find the source of the feeling, but it was too dark to tell. The lack of people in the general vicinity definitely didn't ease his nerves. Wait, it seemed he had taken a wrong turn, the area felt similar to his path but it was indeed different. Footsteps sounded from behind the lowly rogue, causing him to quickly glance back to check out whoever was coming, fearing for the worse.
Hopefully, it wouldn't be anyone he'd have to deal with.
Too. Damn. Cold.
That was all Belenos could think of as he walked through the damp streets of Song-lu, shivering with his hands stuffed in his clothing, trying to think about anything other the temperature. Instead he focused solely on obtaining his fix of opium in the warm tavern he was slave to. Long stringy hair, greasy from poor treatment was wrapped up into a messy bun on the top of his head, the style hiding some residue of the night's work within it. Dark purple circles oozed impossibly far down the young man's face under two dull eyes, up and over dry grayish skin to end at hallowed cheeks. And despite the thick robes the boy had wrapped tightly around his pale form, it was quite obvious how dramatically thin he was, bones protruding far more than what could be considered healthy.
Most people were resting by now, but he had just finished a job given to him by his boss, disposing of two rogue members, the work was easy today. Though, a small amount of blood was still caked under his thin finger nails, yellow and brittle from malnourishment. Murder was not very forgiving on the man's psyche though, and the entire walk he was jumping at every sound, afraid someone would find out what he had done under the cover of the stars.
He rounded a corner, and immediately felt uneasy. Something about the small paved road didn't feel quite right. It wasn't his usual route to the tavern, something was definitely off about it. The drug addict glanced around, trying to find the source of the feeling, but it was too dark to tell. The lack of people in the general vicinity definitely didn't ease his nerves. Wait, it seemed he had taken a wrong turn, the area felt similar to his path but it was indeed different. Footsteps sounded from behind the lowly rogue, causing him to quickly glance back to check out whoever was coming, fearing for the worse.
Hopefully, it wouldn't be anyone he'd have to deal with.