8Evolution8
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- Joined
- Jan 20, 2010
Modern cities were still strange for Tarif, but he knew his way around and how to work things. Nothing was ever too hard for him to figure out and maybe that was an advantage of his kind. How he missed his youth though, even though most who laid their eyes on him would think he was crazy for such thoughts. True he looked like he was only around twenty years old, but his age stretched back further than most modern languages. Actually problem back before most written text. The only thing he owned from those times hung around his next.
However it wasn't something Tarif was proud of, more like detested it, hated it with every fiber of his being. The silver necklace held a round pendant that laid against his chest. With the circle was his full name in Arabic calligraphy and made out of gold. To make matters worst, he was a dull piece of jewelry at that since he was use to gems and diamonds and the finest silks. Instead a piece of silver was his until the wrong person came along. But don't get him wrong, he loves who and what he was, but to think that this piece of jewelry could forever bind him to someone was a horrible thought.
Tarif was fine nowadays since no one alive knew his kind existed, that they actually walked the earth. The odds were slim and no reason for him to worry about it. So for now he would just relax and enjoy his freedom and limitless power. With that in mind, he took a seat on a bench to enjoy the people walking here and there. How odd it looked to see them working towards nothing. He rose his hand towards his mouth where a ice cream cone appeared within it. Vanilla ice cream on a chocolate cone with sprinkles and chocolate syrup on it.
Tarif loved the new foods though and that was for sure. There he sat while making sure not to spill any of his food onto the black silk button up shirt he wore matching the black jeans and tennis he wore. He figured all black was the best way not to stand out in this world. Not thinking that eating ice cream while sitting on a bench in the middle of winter was an odd sight. The cold didn't bother him like that, especially when he could set himself on fire or even change the course of the weather if the all white annoyed him.
However it wasn't something Tarif was proud of, more like detested it, hated it with every fiber of his being. The silver necklace held a round pendant that laid against his chest. With the circle was his full name in Arabic calligraphy and made out of gold. To make matters worst, he was a dull piece of jewelry at that since he was use to gems and diamonds and the finest silks. Instead a piece of silver was his until the wrong person came along. But don't get him wrong, he loves who and what he was, but to think that this piece of jewelry could forever bind him to someone was a horrible thought.
Tarif was fine nowadays since no one alive knew his kind existed, that they actually walked the earth. The odds were slim and no reason for him to worry about it. So for now he would just relax and enjoy his freedom and limitless power. With that in mind, he took a seat on a bench to enjoy the people walking here and there. How odd it looked to see them working towards nothing. He rose his hand towards his mouth where a ice cream cone appeared within it. Vanilla ice cream on a chocolate cone with sprinkles and chocolate syrup on it.
Tarif loved the new foods though and that was for sure. There he sat while making sure not to spill any of his food onto the black silk button up shirt he wore matching the black jeans and tennis he wore. He figured all black was the best way not to stand out in this world. Not thinking that eating ice cream while sitting on a bench in the middle of winter was an odd sight. The cold didn't bother him like that, especially when he could set himself on fire or even change the course of the weather if the all white annoyed him.