57th of Summer Somewhere in the Courtyards of Syliras Lynes walked into Syliras' courtyard, looking at all the couples that littered the perimeter of it. Each one having their own form of intimacy. Some only by holding hands, others lips brushed against each others, and even more rested in each others arms, rocking back and forth. These were acts he hadn't experienced, acts he couldn't understand. Flowers grew in patches throughout the entire courtyard. The Citadel to his back, it's stone walls a strong barrier between the outside world and the majority of Syliras. With each step his thoughts floated somewhere else. Slowly he progressed, thinking of his past, of his uncertain future, and of all of the races that existed on this world. His skin, semi-pale, shined as the sun's rays grazed it. His brindle hair ran to the tops of his shoulders, as his golden eyes scanned the scene before him questioning why he had come here. He had no reason, he walked with no purpose, just waiting to see what would happen each day. He wanted something interesting to happen to him. He wanted something to do, somewhere to be. He shook his head to try to get himself out of the mood. Laughing out loud he stopped, held still for a moment. What did he have to be sad about. It had only been a little over two years since his birth, does it really matter what he does right now? He has a ton of time left, and all he has done is fight off a couple of burglars. He stopped and sat down on the bench that was in front of him. He wore a white shirt that had the sleeves torn off from his “adventures” and brown pants. He didn't wear shoes as he already found the rest of the clothing an inconvenience, so the shoes would have been even more of a pain. He watched the entrance to the courtyard as more and more people flowed into it. His mind wondered to the question of what he would do today, or even the days after. His previous master that had kicked him out had always occupied his days and he had never had to actually think of something to do himself, so the choices had become a pain in the ass. He had no need for money as he had plenty, and he had no need to spend it, because he desired very little, as there was no real necessity that he needed other than sustenance. The only thing that would have improved his life would have been a bit of company. Someone to talk to, his pack instinct was beginning to push him further as he was constantly alone. He needed someone or a group of people that he could talk to. His curiosity was a whole different topic, it constantly caused him to do things that he would either regret or really enjoy, but there was rarely an in between. He wanted to know about all the races and about all the emotions that people feel. He always felt that he didn't get to experience the majority of his existence as he was primarily made up of his instincts instead of led by his emotion as most races are. So, this caused him to reach out to try to be more emotional and so far he had succeeded . He had found that if he let his emotions run his instincts then he was more like the other races, and that he enjoyed his life far more. Flirting with beautiful women mainly, affection was an emotion he adored playing with. So, he sat on the bench and awaited something interesting, after all, what else was there to do but wait? |