Timestamp 12th day of Winter, 510 A.V. 10 Chimes past the 12th Bell It was that time of the year again, the one day where people were supposed to celebrate another year of the friendly bear known as Viktor in their lives. As he made his way through the hustle and bustle of the city of lights and color, he wondered about why people even celebrated birthdays. First off, it meant we were one year closer to the inevitable end. Second, shouldn't the mother be getting the praise? After all, they carried another person inside them for months on end, only to have to... The thought went unfinished as a glimmer on the ground caught his attention. He stooped over to pick up the source of the strangely alluring becon, only to fall face first into the snow. He pulled himself nito a seated position, laughing at his own foolishness. Or maybe it was one of the jokes he had overheard earlier. The real culprit was also responsible for his flushed cheeks, clumsier than usual movements, and an overwhelming urge to hug people. Thanks to a morning of drinking, the kelvic was out two gold mizas, and thoroughly intoxicated. He managed to pull himself up while wiping snow from his face, a combination which almost threw him off balance and back to the ground yet again. He drew a few glances from passersby, but he was intent on getting to, somewhere? He didn't really have any set destination in mind, he just felt like he was supposed to be somewhere specific. He stumbled again, making it nearly ten feet before a tree kept him from falling via a trunk to the chest. He tried in vain to push himself back into a stable standing position, so he allowed himself to lean there for a moment, hugging the tree. "Thank you. You are a good tree." He slurred, finally pulling himself away and back on track. And so he continued through the streets, occasionally stopping to stare at something that caught his attention, or to fall in one direction or another, or in one case hug a rather startled stranger. |
Side Note :
If you have ever wanted to role play with an sauced up man-bear, then you are in luck.
