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 Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 3:08 pm
Dying sunrays reached out to the earth, desperately grabbing and trying to cling to the slowly cooling ground. The moon was high in the dimming sky, as if it were smug that the sun was finally retreating. Kian lay his head back against the fallen tree log, feeling its rivets fight against his skull. He growled in annoyance. Comfort wasn't exactly easy to find here in the forest. Kian had no place of residency, and the knights and blackhearts within the cities and suburbs made him opt for somewhere less in contact with the economic world.
He opted for the forests, eating what he could hunt and drinking what he could find. It was ironic, really. Hunters and gatherers were said to have long since abandoned their ways, and yet, a man born in civilization opted for such a subsistence pattern. It was easier, having no home. To plant oneself into society meant existing, and Kian wasn't going to go against his own ways. Observation, small suggestions, a guided hand; but nothing more, and nothing less.
He sat up, running his fingers though his blue hair, feeling bits of tree bark, and shaking them away. He wondered if there was an area, much more soft and supple within the forest. Stretching out his arms and wings, he made his way further into the woods, not caring that the sun was now hidden behind the natural curve of the earth. The eye he had ripped from his own face could see just fine, and it hovered out in front of him, making sure no harm would find him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 2:56 pm
Soft whispers drifted on the rustling of leaves, inaudible to those that left the forest long ago but, for the few still capable of such, the singing of excitement of a most unusual guest could be heard. However the trees did like to prattle on. That's all they really ever did, and honestly who could blame them as it was one of the very few pleasure they were still able to partake in considering their rather sedentary lives. Normally such chatter was something Tobias would willfully drown out in his own thoughts, but the digging claws of his boredom were starting to cause too much discomfort and unrest to so easily ignore. There was absolutely nothing to drown it with. A heavy breath fell from his lips as he managed to coax himself from the cradling arms of an oak in which he lay.
Stretched his palms out over the limb's velvety, moss covered surface in almost a feline manner; dipping the arch of his back inward till it made a discernible crackling along the spine. Once satisfied (Or at least as one so restless could be) Tobias would track his way back to the source, gliding amongst the tree tops with as much grace and silence as the the shadows they cast. It was only when his eyes caught glimpse of something below did he think perhaps the forest's words were not idle gossip. It's shape and color was nebulous. Foreign, yet bold. Like a song bird in the Winter's snow. However from his height it still indistinguishable.
There his curiosity went again, chewing at the binding of his urges till they were able to over-power his will, finding himself drawing in for a closer look. Thick, black brambles formed from underneath his feet, the thorns retreating from where his skin passed over in an almost symbiotic understanding that allowed Tobias slide down from the forest canopy without fear of abrasions.
From with in the dark, hanging upside down, one might think him something monstrous. With pincer like horns atop his head and long, gangly straps the reached out from his spindly, black fame it may have been hard to wash the idea of a deformed spider from one's mind. However the invite of Tobias's aesthetics did not stop there; eyes letting off a pale, yellow glow though the sockets of a skeletal mask as he stalked this foreign entity.
A man..?
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 3:48 pm
Kian didn't like silence, truth be told. There was something so hauntingly...loud about it. The weight of pure silence was like an ocean pounding itself into a rock with his own body plastered against the inorganic life, movement nullified by the powerful rhythm of waves. But what he didn't like more than the weight of silence? Sound when sound should not reach his ears. He stopped moving, his floating eye erratic now in behavior as it flew left and right, staring painfully at anything it could see; everything that it could see.
He tilted his head, as he remained frozen in place, just slightly, not even enough to consider it an angle. But it was enough for him. He remained that way until whatever the sound was, passed. He grew a little nervous. His wings were out, and if someone was out here, then they'd have saw them by now. There were several classes that wanted his kind exterminated, and several more that wished his race tossed into oblivion. His eye, free from his cranium's confinement, floated up further into the trees, able to see all the hues and spectrums of color clear as glass. That's when he saw it.
At first, he wanted to jump back and hide, but he was too exposed, and he knew the other could see him. So he remained still. Deductive reasoning only pointed to the simply fact that this creature had too seen him, and that it would appear obvious if he tried to move, hide or even run away. He was in the playing field of someone else, and while Kian never wanted the center stage for this world's destruction, he certainly didn't like feeling threatened.
Now, Kian's mind continued thinking about the other, layers upon layers of thought all twisting and intertwining like the vines of a tree as his synapses scuttled here and there, igniting what was known as thought. He was spotted, and he was damn sure the other knew he had spotted him. Instead of being evasive, Kian opted for the much simpler path.
Speech. "Good evening," he said simply, a small smile upon his lips, yet that spark of life did not reach his dull, blue eye. There were things this other had that Kian was quite nervous about; He'd be a fool if he denied this. For one, the other had horns? If they were attached, Kian was unsure, but if they weren't that meant it was possibly armor, which could mean the other was a knight, or a blackheart. However, if the horns were attached, Kian had never seen such magic, or genetics and would be most curious to see such a sight.
Either way, he was spotted and now speaking. He couldn't turn back, and he most certainly wouldn't try to hide.
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