Post by Ike on Jan 18, 2018 13:44:57 GMT -6
The early morning sun had taken its place in light-blue sky, days like these were rare for Wisterians. A cloaked man made his way through the bustling harbor city. The figure seemed out of place, yet had a strange familiarity to its stride. Locals turned their heads as it passed, yet their attention didn't remain on the oddly clad individual at all. The figure paused its stride just for a moment, taking a moment to embrace the warm rays of sunlight before continueing its way.
The harbor's muddy waters, didn't seem as filthy as they used to be, the sun reflecting in the waves almost gave the harbor something serene. It could've been his time away, his time spent travelling that made him forget about how horrible Wisteria was, but in this moment it seemed like the most beautiful place in the world. He took a deep breath, the salty sea breeze engulfing his senses, a moment of peace and quiet among the shady figures driving their bargains at the docks.
The cloaked man made his way to the end of the docks, stopping at the edge of it, just standing there gazing down into the murky waters. A smirk formed unto the stranger's lips, those standing close could've even heard a chuckle reminating from the cloaked man. He pulled back his hood, revealing his now matured face littered with fresh battle-scars, the treasures accumulated from his short yet life-changing adventure. The man twirled his bangs, pausing for just a second to look up at the clear Wisterian sky once again.
Moments passed until the man suddenly released his cloak, the wind carrying it towards the horizon, revealing the enormous two-handed, which was strapped to the man's back underneath the cloak all along. The sword given to him by the Queen of Evaria, his employer and good friend. Finally the foreign man started to get attention, some recognizing him from days long past, others intimidated by the sword he possessed. Gossip broke out all around him, the locals couldn't help but be in awe of the swordsman. "It's good to be back." Ike whispered to himself, a chuckle escaping his mouth as his head hunched back to enjoy the sun's rays just for a moment longer.
The harbor's muddy waters, didn't seem as filthy as they used to be, the sun reflecting in the waves almost gave the harbor something serene. It could've been his time away, his time spent travelling that made him forget about how horrible Wisteria was, but in this moment it seemed like the most beautiful place in the world. He took a deep breath, the salty sea breeze engulfing his senses, a moment of peace and quiet among the shady figures driving their bargains at the docks.
The cloaked man made his way to the end of the docks, stopping at the edge of it, just standing there gazing down into the murky waters. A smirk formed unto the stranger's lips, those standing close could've even heard a chuckle reminating from the cloaked man. He pulled back his hood, revealing his now matured face littered with fresh battle-scars, the treasures accumulated from his short yet life-changing adventure. The man twirled his bangs, pausing for just a second to look up at the clear Wisterian sky once again.
Moments passed until the man suddenly released his cloak, the wind carrying it towards the horizon, revealing the enormous two-handed, which was strapped to the man's back underneath the cloak all along. The sword given to him by the Queen of Evaria, his employer and good friend. Finally the foreign man started to get attention, some recognizing him from days long past, others intimidated by the sword he possessed. Gossip broke out all around him, the locals couldn't help but be in awe of the swordsman. "It's good to be back." Ike whispered to himself, a chuckle escaping his mouth as his head hunched back to enjoy the sun's rays just for a moment longer.