Time Stamp: 1st Winter 513
The first of Winter has come, and the air was crisp with the chill. Gone were most of the golden and reds of the trees that lost their leaves, and in their place was the straggly sticks that promised of green life come spring. The trees that retained their needles would soon become prominent for the greens against the snows that would surely come. Today though, there were no snows, and few birds to chirp in the air. The park that was dedicated to Semele lay almost abandoned this mid-day, perhaps in deference to the chill in the air, but most likely because people were busy about their day to be lounging in the park.
However there was one figure walking amid the greenish yellow grasses that were also showing signs of dormancy due to winter. A green Akalak moved easily, though his body was so large that many non-Riverians just assumed when looking at him that he was dull, slow, and awkward. Nothing could be further from the truth, for Favchean, and for most Akalaks. Weapons training was a way of life, and that did not allow for slow awkward or dullard moments. His skin was so dark a green that in the absence of clear light it might look black, his height at six foot five inches tall dwarfed many humans but was considered a bit short by his brethren. However his lack of height amongst the Akalak was made up by sheer muscle mass.
His pale eyes. the color of cloudy ice, was a sharp contrast to the darkness of his face. His hair a thick black, shaven on the sides of his head and braided down the middle from brow to the middle of his shoulders. Loose his hair hangs even lower. His clothing was plain brown leathers, old but well tended and care for. He seemed to be lost in thought, idly moving from one hibernating bush to another, looking for the last vestiges of Fall before Winter fully takes over.
The first of Winter has come, and the air was crisp with the chill. Gone were most of the golden and reds of the trees that lost their leaves, and in their place was the straggly sticks that promised of green life come spring. The trees that retained their needles would soon become prominent for the greens against the snows that would surely come. Today though, there were no snows, and few birds to chirp in the air. The park that was dedicated to Semele lay almost abandoned this mid-day, perhaps in deference to the chill in the air, but most likely because people were busy about their day to be lounging in the park.
However there was one figure walking amid the greenish yellow grasses that were also showing signs of dormancy due to winter. A green Akalak moved easily, though his body was so large that many non-Riverians just assumed when looking at him that he was dull, slow, and awkward. Nothing could be further from the truth, for Favchean, and for most Akalaks. Weapons training was a way of life, and that did not allow for slow awkward or dullard moments. His skin was so dark a green that in the absence of clear light it might look black, his height at six foot five inches tall dwarfed many humans but was considered a bit short by his brethren. However his lack of height amongst the Akalak was made up by sheer muscle mass.
His pale eyes. the color of cloudy ice, was a sharp contrast to the darkness of his face. His hair a thick black, shaven on the sides of his head and braided down the middle from brow to the middle of his shoulders. Loose his hair hangs even lower. His clothing was plain brown leathers, old but well tended and care for. He seemed to be lost in thought, idly moving from one hibernating bush to another, looking for the last vestiges of Fall before Winter fully takes over.
