Summer 30, 514 AV
Evening in Kenash was leagues different than that which the young prowler was accustomed to. For the majority of his life, he had spent his days witnessing the sunset over the western sea. He became accustomed to the vibrant colors dancing across the sky whilst a cool breeze left the taste of salt upon his lips. For a son of the seas, nightfall in humid city was indeed foreign. Here, the descent of the sun was obscured by trees and heralded the onslaught of pests. Whether it be to torches or lanterns, the insects arose from their places of rest in order to swarm about every source of light. It was the definition of annoying; but Nickolai was absolutely certain that he would get used to it...He had to...
For now, the young prowler was safe from the hordes of insects due to the benevolence of his closest friend. Unlike he, she had invested her savings into the purchase of a home and seemed to be adjusting to the change of environment. Nickolai was the exact inverse, for he was a man defined by the frustrations of his past. He could have very well used this new city as a place to truly begin anew, but instead and he decided to steal. No longer was he starving. No longer was the question of his survival up in the air...and yet, he continued to spend his days risking life and limb to take from others. This was, quite simply, his path; and he continued to walk it despite Cecilia's heartfelt protests. This evening, he was absolutely sure, would be no different...
As he sat upon the rather comfortable armchair she had purchased, the young prowler's eyes were set upon the sky. He watched and waited for the descent of the sun to be complete, for only under the cover of darkness could he do his work. With mask in hand, Nickolai awaited the arrival of nightfall and sat in complete silence. Sure, he knew it was only a matter of time before Cecilia arrived home from dinner; and at that point there would either be some sort of argument or expression of disapproval. However, like every other night...Nickolai would leave the house and seek out a sad, drunken sod to pilfer coin from; or perhaps he would choose a bigger fish tonight...
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Evening in Kenash was leagues different than that which the young prowler was accustomed to. For the majority of his life, he had spent his days witnessing the sunset over the western sea. He became accustomed to the vibrant colors dancing across the sky whilst a cool breeze left the taste of salt upon his lips. For a son of the seas, nightfall in humid city was indeed foreign. Here, the descent of the sun was obscured by trees and heralded the onslaught of pests. Whether it be to torches or lanterns, the insects arose from their places of rest in order to swarm about every source of light. It was the definition of annoying; but Nickolai was absolutely certain that he would get used to it...He had to...
For now, the young prowler was safe from the hordes of insects due to the benevolence of his closest friend. Unlike he, she had invested her savings into the purchase of a home and seemed to be adjusting to the change of environment. Nickolai was the exact inverse, for he was a man defined by the frustrations of his past. He could have very well used this new city as a place to truly begin anew, but instead and he decided to steal. No longer was he starving. No longer was the question of his survival up in the air...and yet, he continued to spend his days risking life and limb to take from others. This was, quite simply, his path; and he continued to walk it despite Cecilia's heartfelt protests. This evening, he was absolutely sure, would be no different...
As he sat upon the rather comfortable armchair she had purchased, the young prowler's eyes were set upon the sky. He watched and waited for the descent of the sun to be complete, for only under the cover of darkness could he do his work. With mask in hand, Nickolai awaited the arrival of nightfall and sat in complete silence. Sure, he knew it was only a matter of time before Cecilia arrived home from dinner; and at that point there would either be some sort of argument or expression of disapproval. However, like every other night...Nickolai would leave the house and seek out a sad, drunken sod to pilfer coin from; or perhaps he would choose a bigger fish tonight...
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