Zane was getting odd looks wherever he went, and the Destiny Islands were no different. It didn't help he accidentally opened a Corridor of Darkness directly in the center of town, or that his eyes were a deep yellowish amber instead of a normal color. Not that anyone else would notice, but his skin was unusually dark for someone who was typically so pale.
Still, Zane did his best to not make the situation worse. He gave an awkward smile, his hand running through his silvered hair, cocking his head to one side. He waved slightly, and mumbled a quick 'sorry' before dashing off in a random direction. No one followed him, he noticed; and when he found himself back into the same street he had arrived in, he still got odd looks, but the people seemed to have moved on. That was a relief.
Sighing, Zane looked to a nearby window in order to check the color of his eyes, and the tan on his skin. He had been told the day he first learned of the Corridors that the darkness that created them would leave a sort of residue on him; his eyes would slowly turn an amber color, his skin would darken. If he continued to use the Corridors for too long, the darkness would eventually take a hold of him, and he would lose his heart to it.
Combine that with the fact that Zane wielded one of the few remaining Keyblades of Darkness, and could wield darkness with the same sort of ease the hero Sora wielded light, Zane was doomed to live a short life.
Zane began to check his surroundings, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his hooded black over shirt. His pants were blue in color and baggy, tucked loosely into his boots. A thick belt rested around his waste, a small pouch at the back of it.
Seeing nothing of interest around, Zane turned to wander aimlessly around the town when he felt it; darkness was gathering en masse nearby. It wasn't until he heard the screams that his fears were confirmed, and he immediately took off running in the direction of the screams.
The Heartless were here. And Zane didn't even get time to enjoy himself.
Still, Zane did his best to not make the situation worse. He gave an awkward smile, his hand running through his silvered hair, cocking his head to one side. He waved slightly, and mumbled a quick 'sorry' before dashing off in a random direction. No one followed him, he noticed; and when he found himself back into the same street he had arrived in, he still got odd looks, but the people seemed to have moved on. That was a relief.
Sighing, Zane looked to a nearby window in order to check the color of his eyes, and the tan on his skin. He had been told the day he first learned of the Corridors that the darkness that created them would leave a sort of residue on him; his eyes would slowly turn an amber color, his skin would darken. If he continued to use the Corridors for too long, the darkness would eventually take a hold of him, and he would lose his heart to it.
Combine that with the fact that Zane wielded one of the few remaining Keyblades of Darkness, and could wield darkness with the same sort of ease the hero Sora wielded light, Zane was doomed to live a short life.
Zane began to check his surroundings, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his hooded black over shirt. His pants were blue in color and baggy, tucked loosely into his boots. A thick belt rested around his waste, a small pouch at the back of it.
Seeing nothing of interest around, Zane turned to wander aimlessly around the town when he felt it; darkness was gathering en masse nearby. It wasn't until he heard the screams that his fears were confirmed, and he immediately took off running in the direction of the screams.
The Heartless were here. And Zane didn't even get time to enjoy himself.