Beauty and the Beast[Larkin][M] Nov 21, 2017 14:23:29 GMT
Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Nov 21, 2017 14:23:29 GMT
Khaalius rolled out of bed far too pensive that morning, only to be greeted with his vast, quiet manor. Usually, he could shrug off the siren's call of his ancient memories. It was part of the reason why he let the place rot, hoping it would take everything that could remind him of his past with it. But today, none of tricks to forget were working as well as they should. It took the ancient man minutes before he started craving noise of life and chaos.
Khaal moved quickly, dressing himself in fine white linen, with a dark blue vest and cloak, both accented with silver. Adding his short sword to his belt, as well as few knives hidden in sleeves and pockets, the ancient man felt ready.
After focusing for a moment to picture the place he wanted to be, reality began to shimmer around him. One moment, he was standing before one of his wardrobes, the next he was stepping out of a small alley.
As always, Cendra was a city bustling with life. The cacophony of it made the immortal smile instantly, taking a good whiff of humanity. It was a shame he couldn't read people's minds here easily to boot. Though he could focus on one individual, there was simply too much noise from the others interfering.
Still, noise was what he wanted, and that was what he got. Khaal moved among the populace, stopping here and there as he saw something interesting. He managed to bargain with a young farmer over one apple, getting it for half price in exchange for some advice. Said words of wisdom involved coaxing the man to find a mistress on the side, considering his wife wasn't as loving as she ought to be. It took a bit of convincing, but the ancient man's way with words assured the young man that after all, everybody was doing it whilst keeping it a secret.
And after all, a man has needs. By the end, the lad thanked Khaal as he set him on a path very likely to ruin his life and reputation. Happy with that bit of sadism, the immortal moved along, munching on his well undeserved apple.
It didn't last long, for as he rounded a corner, someone crashed into him, sending the half-eaten fruit out of his grasp and rolling into the crowd. The apple wound up stopping right under a mule's muzzle, and the animal didn't think twice about the opportunity of a quick snack. Problem was, it was a busy street. In no time, the crowd began to swell with more carts as the mule refused to budge.
Khaal stumbled a step from his crash, surprise flashing within his blue eyes.
"Dear me, someone's in a hur-" He began, before his gaze caught sight of the commotion his apple had made. Amusement flickered over his face, a grin appearing.
"Well well, look at what you've done, young lady." Khaal went on, a touch of approval in his tone.
Tag: Larkin Silvaris