Post by Daimon on Nov 15, 2009 20:48:01 GMT -5
Daimons silver hair fell in front of his face hiding his glowing silver eyes. He walked slowly through a forest outside of Edge. The forest had been there longer then any living human and he respected the nature of the world. It was good to get away from the world of humans, the world of corruption. He bit his lip lightly as he walked looking up to see his raven. It landed on his shoulder and stared at him as it often did with its strange eyes.
He chuckled. "You should be on your way raven, I havent the time for your antics." He spoke softly to the bird and as if it understood him it took off reluctantly. Daimon continued walking, the boredom of city life had made him want to comit murder. He longed to fight again, and soon. The 1st Class Soldier was getting so annoyed by those who dwell in cities. Mercs were around every corner willing to sell out their only chance at freedom for a few gill.
He felt as if someone was near him, as if he could feel their eyes.
Yet he did not move instead his fingers carelessly slid down his black muscle shirt until he reached the hilt of his blade.
"Lets not make this any harder then it has to be. Why dont you come out?" He asked out loud thinking someone had been stalking him during his evening walk. Perhaps his raven had tried to warn him and he shrugged the bird off. His voice was so dull as if he did not care if anyone was there. Perhaps it was just someone else walking through the forest, trying to get away from their every day life. He doubted it though... very few people would be caught dead in the forest outside of edge. There were reports of Wutai thugs that prey upon travelers. Daimon doubted it but it would not be wise to shrug off every legend. "simply come out, I wont harm you if you do not wish to harm me." He promised.
He chuckled. "You should be on your way raven, I havent the time for your antics." He spoke softly to the bird and as if it understood him it took off reluctantly. Daimon continued walking, the boredom of city life had made him want to comit murder. He longed to fight again, and soon. The 1st Class Soldier was getting so annoyed by those who dwell in cities. Mercs were around every corner willing to sell out their only chance at freedom for a few gill.
He felt as if someone was near him, as if he could feel their eyes.
Yet he did not move instead his fingers carelessly slid down his black muscle shirt until he reached the hilt of his blade.
"Lets not make this any harder then it has to be. Why dont you come out?" He asked out loud thinking someone had been stalking him during his evening walk. Perhaps his raven had tried to warn him and he shrugged the bird off. His voice was so dull as if he did not care if anyone was there. Perhaps it was just someone else walking through the forest, trying to get away from their every day life. He doubted it though... very few people would be caught dead in the forest outside of edge. There were reports of Wutai thugs that prey upon travelers. Daimon doubted it but it would not be wise to shrug off every legend. "simply come out, I wont harm you if you do not wish to harm me." He promised.
