Season of Summer - Day 37 - 511 AV
Getting off that pathetic excuse for a trading ship gave Jaiyahe a jolt of enthusiasm for exploring his new surroundings, after 26 days sailing from Mura in a small confined cabin that could barely contain his massive, bulky frame and a small deck that didn't provide nearly enough room for him to move freely, his arms and legs were sore from days of idleness. Yet he realize that he would soon miss the sunsets and sunrises of the golden sun that raised and lowered behind the vast expanse of ocean and the sprays of cool water that relieved his face of the heat from the sun. As he carried off the last of the supply boxes to dock, completing his debt to the Captain, Jaiyahe set off to look around the lawless streets of Sunberth and hopefully find the center of the buzzing city, while reminding himself of the Captains earlier warnings of danger. "Dont look at anyone in the eye! They'll slice you up just as easy as speak to you!" Jaiyahe repeated the Captains words of smart advice in his head as he continued up the street.
Through the small, twisted lanes of Sunberth, Jaiyahe once again noticed that the people were all staring at him, looking at his black furred body, that swelled with threatening muscle and his massive arms that silently stated his physical dominance. From the doors of tiny, run down houses to the mucky windows of unknown taverns, all eyes were on him just like in Mura and previous places before it, the only difference here was that not all of the curious gazes were friendly.
Climbing up the last few steps of the steep lane, Jaiyahe finally made it to the commons, a place where pickpocket, murderer and rapist wandered around like any normal member of society, unknown of they're misdeeds. The bright sun was brightly shining, directly in the center of the sky causing a heatwave, there wasn't much shade so Jaiyahe walked into a back ally just a few meters out of the massive mob of farmers, smiths and merchants at there stalls trying to flog there wares on the citizens of Sunberth.
The area Jaiyahe escaped to was a cool, dry, wide dead end street that was made of homes and the occasional abandoned building, nothing out of the ordinary, especially for a uncontrollable city full of anarchism like Sunberth. Feeling weary from the immense heat and crowds of people, Jaiyahe sat next to a tree that had be stabbed and cut almost beyond recognition. "Who would dare destroy this poor tree!?" he thought to himself in his native tongue as he ran his fingers across the gouges that labeled its trunk, feeling anger rising up through him, he quietly and slowly uncovered the odd, wolf lined book that he obtained in Mura and began to read its pages. After a few pages however, he heard distinct voices that were growing louder and closer, obviously not any merchant or citizen from the center of the commons, Jaiyahe swiftly covered the book and put it in the little, ragged bag it was being carried in and tied it securely to his waist.
Three dirty and unkempt men all about 5.5 feet in height blocked the way to the market place. "Well, well what do we have here?" one of them said in a rough, croaky voice, "Looks like one of them ugly beasts from Spires, boss" another hastily replied, "He has a bag!" the croaky voiced man exclaimed to his associates while eyeing up the satchel, "Give it here beast!" he shouted while the three of them unveiled rusty, blotched daggers.
Jaiyahe replied in a stern yet calm voice bursting with defiance "Me no want fight but you cant have" he pointed to the bag around his waist.
"I wont ask again you ugly, disgusting monster!" the croaky man shouted, slowly approaching Jaiyahe with his comrades with daggers in hand.
"You dont get this!" Jaiyahe roared back, smashing his gigantic fists to the ground causing the surrounding earth to shake.
The assailants looked at each other with worried expressions "Its just a stupid monster! Get him now!" the croaky leader screamed with strain to his voice. With the command they started to attack Jaiyahe, slashing and cutting at his arms. Violent with unfathomable rage, the colossal Jamoura swung his fists wildly and amateurishly towards one of the attackers, luckily hitting the side of the face with such force, it managed to propel the unlucky bandit through a nearby building, seeing his friend twirl through the air with a strange type of elegance, the other attacker rapidly withdrew his tarnished blade and ran out of fear of receiving a similar, disastrous fate.
All that remind was the unfortunate leader of the three, now regretting his stupid, thoughtless and vulgar actions
Jaiyahe picked him up with two hands and began to squeeze, as the excruciating embrace began to grow greater, Jaiyahe lifted the antagonist up to his own face and while staring furiously into the mans petrified eyes, he into began to roar, the might of the reverberations sending screaming ripples down the attackers skin, at that moment he stopped and forcefully threw the man down. With tears raining down his cheeks, the leader scrambled to his lifeless legs and limped for his life, pushing through the hectic crowds when he reached the market with terrified ambition.
Sitting down with the vigor that came from the recent victory, Jaiyahe began to tend to his minor wounds that plagued the length and breadth of his arms.
