- Joined
- Feb 11, 2010
The City streets roared In the middle of the day, From yelling merchants to playfull children. It seemed like a day no diffrent from any other, the humans were busy worrying about how vain they're lives are. How pathetic, when a soul cannot realize the termoil its driving itself into.
One corner In a few blocks past the main street, A hooded man about 6'1 walked silently through the middle of the Alley. His steps made no thumps, his breaths made no sound. He wore a blue hoodie that looked like it was abit too big for his size, and ripped jeans and sneakers. He had his hood up, covering his whole face with the exception of a few strands of Silver hair, falling over his eyes. People tended to stay away from the man, something seemed off about him. His apperance was not what a normal human In this age's scociety would look like. His aura was diffrent, his Image, the way he presented himself was..flawd. All could tell he was always angry. He was always bothred or annoyed, Focused on one thing and one thing alone, Vengance.
He walked all the way to the end of the Alley, and opens a wooden door about halfway, Before stopping, and turning his head to look at his side. a Young woman dressed In black was standing but a few meters from his house. She looked lost, but Calm. His eyes lit with fire as he closes the wooden door back again. Sasha takes a few steps towards the girl, An opportunity has just presented itself right to him.
One corner In a few blocks past the main street, A hooded man about 6'1 walked silently through the middle of the Alley. His steps made no thumps, his breaths made no sound. He wore a blue hoodie that looked like it was abit too big for his size, and ripped jeans and sneakers. He had his hood up, covering his whole face with the exception of a few strands of Silver hair, falling over his eyes. People tended to stay away from the man, something seemed off about him. His apperance was not what a normal human In this age's scociety would look like. His aura was diffrent, his Image, the way he presented himself was..flawd. All could tell he was always angry. He was always bothred or annoyed, Focused on one thing and one thing alone, Vengance.
He walked all the way to the end of the Alley, and opens a wooden door about halfway, Before stopping, and turning his head to look at his side. a Young woman dressed In black was standing but a few meters from his house. She looked lost, but Calm. His eyes lit with fire as he closes the wooden door back again. Sasha takes a few steps towards the girl, An opportunity has just presented itself right to him.