A chilling sigh seemed to leave the lips of the young figure with golden brown eyes, it was a sigh laced with many things, frustration, boredom, anger, lust. It was a sigh one bore whenever they seemed to harbour many thoughts, woven together only to return held with blackened reins of problems. Senghor Vilhjalmr gazed at the monolithic selves, sprawled with bodies of books, statues of deities, which he seemed to not care about, and other less intriguing elements. "Why am I here again?" he asked himself as he raised his right arm, hiding his palm behind his head only let his fingernails scrape gently at his skin, his fingertips brushing gently at the the strands of his fine hair. It was a library, Seng didn't detest them he just found that reading for so long was quite boring, it didn't appease his appetite for knowledge for he didn't find anything worth reading as a child. Yet, this was the Wright Memorial Library of Zeltiva, surly it'd have something to grasp his attention, his fervour for something he'd later use in life... But mostly, it was so he'd let his mind be at ease from the past day's little 'accident' as he'd now come to know it, he and the one they'd branded the name Eridanus has a little argument about his father 'Asad' Vilhjalmr as he'd come to be known by a few. Once again, another sigh left the lips of the young Vilhjalmr as he walked around the hall of of knowledge looking for something to read, as he walked by each column of books, nothing hardened his gaze. So many of these books, written documents and scripts given identity yet none came to him, his hollowed footsteps breaking the silence as he turned his blessed gaze towards a etched paper, erected slyly out of the shelf. A hum seemed to emit from the throat of the desert skinned male, inclining his head towards the jagged book, his profound steps were quickly dead as he reached the book, his finger pushed it down and the elderly leather bound book seemed to cough dust as Senghor's palm clasped around it and pulled it from its dormant slumber. It was a plain shade of brown, dressed with grey and age, or lack of readers. Encrusted with golden italics which read, Kings of the Sky, Eagles - Anonymous. "Interesting..." were the only words that left his lips as he looked at the unorthodox method of the books binding, it's method of writing and wording as he gazed the first uninformative pages of the book. Yet when he came to the leading factor of the book, things began to be interesting. Without a subtitle of any form, the page read... The Golden Eagle is one of the largest, fastest, nimblest raptors in Mizahar. Lustrous gold feathers gleam on the back of its head and neck; a powerful beak and talons advertise its hunting prowess. You're most likely to see this eagle in western Mizahar, Kalea and/or Falyndar soaring on steady wings or diving in pursuit of the jackrabbits and other small mammals that are its main prey. Sometimes seen attacking large mammals, or fighting off coyotes or bears in defense of its prey and young, the Golden Eagle has long inspired both reverence and fear. ... Senghor was intrigue at the ferocity of this eagle, this beast which harboured the sky with a mastery of both death and skill, he'd even forgot where he was, as he kept reading the novel of warrior beauty before him. |