Timestamp: 47th Of Spring, 513 AV
Bronze Woods
It was about midday, late midday, with nightfall approaching any given moment. K hadn't done much during the day, the occasional flirting here and there, but as of lately... It was all so empty feeling. No girl had seemed to pop anymore, as in really catch his attention. And the few that out stood others, well he was just so messed up as of lately that he couldn't dare mess with them. Sigrun, a pretty flower girl he had met a while back, he felt something for her... Something that was mysterious to him.
He knew nothing of love, nothing of caring for a companion or another other or half. To him, love and emotions showing that one would care for another were foreign, and supposedly despised. So why was it that lately... He couldn't have sex? Lately his drive had died... Lately he felt no need to do anything with women... The shocking part was that, normally he would be sexist and arrogant, but as of lately... He saw them as regular people.
Possibly because he didn't care anymore. Possibly because the boy had saw to much in the fantastical world of Syliras, yes Syliras. For him... This was his world. He would go no further, he would never leave his city, the most being these woods. And what were these woods? None other than the famous Bronze Woods of course, the Bronze-Effing-Woods.
The place where he had met a ghost and was attacked by a pack of wolves, the place where he met a Mage and learned that magic was real, the place where he had to fight for his life and sanity from wild baboons. These damn woods were the bane of his existence! So why was he here? Probably because of the peace, these woods, although inhabited by many things he would love to exterminate off the face of the planet... Were peaceful. One could come into these woods and use the simple ambience as background music for simple meditation.
However he wasn't here for meditation... He was here for... Peace. He was here to relax and rest, clearing his mind in the process. As he sat on a log, in the middle of a big clearing, flat dirt surrounded by trees. He didn't have much to protect himself, for he had stopped being paranoid a while back. Being dressed in his simple clothing, yet elegant and bizarre in the eyes of a passer by-er. A snow white tee shirt, matching white cargo shorts, a chain over the left pocket. White knuckle-less gloves protecting both hands, white shoes with buckles on them, and a strong white cloak on his back with a hood left down.
Sighing to himself, he was happy to be alone. Finally to be alone without pesky women, without nagging squires, or Bolivar's cheeky opinions. The gods knew he deserved it, he knew he deserved it... The only people who didn't... Were in town. So he would stay here for a while, relaxing as he sat, until that position wasn't comfortable. Squirming a bit, he stood up, looking around for a hasty replacement. Until he saw... It...
A huge bolder covered in semi- shade. He quickly walked over to it, sliding off his tee shirt, but leaving the cloak hanging by his neck with three small chains. He laid on the bolder carefreely, not once glancing around, just looking up into the open sky. This was how peace was meant to be enjoyed... And even if there was some beast out there watching him. He didn't care. Because...
He deserved this.
Bronze Woods
It was about midday, late midday, with nightfall approaching any given moment. K hadn't done much during the day, the occasional flirting here and there, but as of lately... It was all so empty feeling. No girl had seemed to pop anymore, as in really catch his attention. And the few that out stood others, well he was just so messed up as of lately that he couldn't dare mess with them. Sigrun, a pretty flower girl he had met a while back, he felt something for her... Something that was mysterious to him.
He knew nothing of love, nothing of caring for a companion or another other or half. To him, love and emotions showing that one would care for another were foreign, and supposedly despised. So why was it that lately... He couldn't have sex? Lately his drive had died... Lately he felt no need to do anything with women... The shocking part was that, normally he would be sexist and arrogant, but as of lately... He saw them as regular people.
Possibly because he didn't care anymore. Possibly because the boy had saw to much in the fantastical world of Syliras, yes Syliras. For him... This was his world. He would go no further, he would never leave his city, the most being these woods. And what were these woods? None other than the famous Bronze Woods of course, the Bronze-Effing-Woods.
The place where he had met a ghost and was attacked by a pack of wolves, the place where he met a Mage and learned that magic was real, the place where he had to fight for his life and sanity from wild baboons. These damn woods were the bane of his existence! So why was he here? Probably because of the peace, these woods, although inhabited by many things he would love to exterminate off the face of the planet... Were peaceful. One could come into these woods and use the simple ambience as background music for simple meditation.
However he wasn't here for meditation... He was here for... Peace. He was here to relax and rest, clearing his mind in the process. As he sat on a log, in the middle of a big clearing, flat dirt surrounded by trees. He didn't have much to protect himself, for he had stopped being paranoid a while back. Being dressed in his simple clothing, yet elegant and bizarre in the eyes of a passer by-er. A snow white tee shirt, matching white cargo shorts, a chain over the left pocket. White knuckle-less gloves protecting both hands, white shoes with buckles on them, and a strong white cloak on his back with a hood left down.
Sighing to himself, he was happy to be alone. Finally to be alone without pesky women, without nagging squires, or Bolivar's cheeky opinions. The gods knew he deserved it, he knew he deserved it... The only people who didn't... Were in town. So he would stay here for a while, relaxing as he sat, until that position wasn't comfortable. Squirming a bit, he stood up, looking around for a hasty replacement. Until he saw... It...
A huge bolder covered in semi- shade. He quickly walked over to it, sliding off his tee shirt, but leaving the cloak hanging by his neck with three small chains. He laid on the bolder carefreely, not once glancing around, just looking up into the open sky. This was how peace was meant to be enjoyed... And even if there was some beast out there watching him. He didn't care. Because...
He deserved this.