Post by zoyhtheimp on Dec 30, 2007 23:46:56 GMT -5
He had an eventful day, the school was over run by evil. Managing to arrive there, he didn't get much, but he did get a charm. Unsure of the magical qualities of it, he still kept it. Stolen from a woman who called herself Grace Madison. Within the forest, he believed it was the best place to rest and meditate. The other things he gathered were just simple jewels, but there wasn't many. Just a small handful, all those were resting in his hiding place, the charm however, was still on him. Around, the forest lay in darkness, the moon hidden behind thunderous clouds and rain pouring down to the canopy. Cracks of lightning ripped across the sky, causing the forest to light up with each thunderous boom.
The canopy above seemed to block most of the rain as it drizzled down. It was a light rain, but the drops were heavy as they all jumped to their deaths. Zo wondered what they thought as they fell from the clouds, their homes. Plummeting down to the ground below only to explode on contact with anything that blocked them. Some managed to stay slightly in tact upon hitting the leaves. From that point, they would only drool down the leaves and fall back. Repeating what they did as they tried to reach the ground without interferences.
It was an odd way to live, but he felt it was like how those people were like. The ones that tried to defend the school. They came down in a rain and were exspunged like the leaves did to the droplets of mother nature's fists. They tried to kill something that was beyond them, like rain on leaves or maybe like rain on a gasoline fire.
His body rested upon a branch within the trees, legs curled together and arms resting over his knees while his hands were clasped together. Gray skin was moistured from the rain, making it look like sweat upon his hairless body. Dark tattoos coursed over his entire body, looking tribal in nature. Brown pants, wetted to a darker brown, hung around his legs while his torso was bare only a belt across his chest. A spiked pauldron upon his left shoulder, resting on the belt that crossed over his chest and finally a scimitar rested upon his back, held in place by a single strap close to the handle. His crimson eyes rested beneath his lids as his mind concentrated on all the events, putting them together so that he can better remember them by tomorrow and the days that follow.
The canopy above seemed to block most of the rain as it drizzled down. It was a light rain, but the drops were heavy as they all jumped to their deaths. Zo wondered what they thought as they fell from the clouds, their homes. Plummeting down to the ground below only to explode on contact with anything that blocked them. Some managed to stay slightly in tact upon hitting the leaves. From that point, they would only drool down the leaves and fall back. Repeating what they did as they tried to reach the ground without interferences.
It was an odd way to live, but he felt it was like how those people were like. The ones that tried to defend the school. They came down in a rain and were exspunged like the leaves did to the droplets of mother nature's fists. They tried to kill something that was beyond them, like rain on leaves or maybe like rain on a gasoline fire.
His body rested upon a branch within the trees, legs curled together and arms resting over his knees while his hands were clasped together. Gray skin was moistured from the rain, making it look like sweat upon his hairless body. Dark tattoos coursed over his entire body, looking tribal in nature. Brown pants, wetted to a darker brown, hung around his legs while his torso was bare only a belt across his chest. A spiked pauldron upon his left shoulder, resting on the belt that crossed over his chest and finally a scimitar rested upon his back, held in place by a single strap close to the handle. His crimson eyes rested beneath his lids as his mind concentrated on all the events, putting them together so that he can better remember them by tomorrow and the days that follow.