The Start of Something New
It was cold and emotionless. The walls held no personality, nor did the stone floor beneath him. He could not help the surge of longing he felt for his old office. The mahogany desk and the burgundy rug. The chairs for his customers in front of his desk and the paper that would clutter on top of it. Most of all, his beloved arm chair. How many deals had he settled upon it? Now there was nothing. All of it had been stripped from him. A lonely figure in a lonely room which echoed his breath as if to remind him constantly of the things he has lost.
Closing his eyes, Mahdi would take a deep breath. There was no reason to let such things pull him down. He had a new office room. Albeit smaller than the last and empty, it was still a start and considering everything he had been taught, he knew a lot about new beginnings. It would take work. A lot of work. And despite the initial reluctance, the prospect of building something new was… Appealing to him. It would take meeting people in this new place. Building up a reputation. Becoming someone they could trust with their affairs and desires. All of which he was confident in. To a degree.
The reasoning behind this thought, was fairly simple. Mahdi was a frightening figure to behold. They may not accept his appearance or find it trustworthy enough. He knew by experience that his tongue could convince people otherwise, but they would have to give him the benefit of the doubt. And that could be difficult to obtain.
Turning his head towards the bathroom door, located on the left in the square room near the entrance, he would move to open it, before dropping his bags at the door. Shrugging off his heavy black coat, collared with the fur of a very particular dire wolf, he’d place it on top of the sink, as he raised his head to look upon himself.
A bright pale face would look back upon him. Eyes set deeply within his skull, creating dark shadows upon them from his defined browline, not to mention the black bags that only accentuated the looming appearance of his face. His eyes themselves had grey sclera and bright red pupils. Sitting a few inches above his browline, were a couple of bovine horns. Dark in color and sticking out sharply. Even further beyond the horns, black, short and messy hair would stick up from the top of his head. It was usually in an unkept and messy state, but due to his travels, it seemed even messier than usual. Below his eyes, sharp cheekbones that would make his cheeks look hollow, were it not for the stylized beard that ran from his cheeks to his chin and above his lips. He had been told that were one to shine a flashlight upon him, he could be perceived as handsome. As it were currently, he looked more like a demon than anything.
He would turn his attention towards the small shower near the toilet within the bathroom. A little sigh would leave his lips. It was far too small to fit his frame. As it were, Mahdi stood 7 feet tall, not to mention his broad musculature that would become apparent as soon as he unbuttoned his shirt. His travel had been long and he was in need of refreshing before he could even start thinking about facing the world.
As the white dress shirt would fall from his shoulders, deeply contoured muscles would be revealed for only the mirror to see. From his neck to his waist, large bulging muscles would ripple and shape his frame in a way that made him not only seem impossibly strong, but powerful as well. He would put the most trained muscle man to shame, but that was only due to his own efforts considering his past occupation. Upon the muscles that defined his arms, ran tribal tattoos. Upon further inspection however, it was clear that these were not simply tattoos, in fact they looked more like ritual scarring, considering how deep they dug into his arms. His pale, ghostly skin seemed to make them pop out more than they would otherwise. Not to mention the thick layer of hair that was strewn from his torso down to his abdomen.
Upon dropping his black slacks, another sigh would come from his lips. This time not out of the situation he was in, but out of relief. He had trouble finding clothing in his size, especially after everything that had happened, thus few shirts could contain his broad frame and even fewer trousers were efficient in keeping his more intimate parts less confined. Mahdi was a large male after all. In every sense of the word and it could not be defined better by the large flesh between his legs. Thick and weighty, it would sway from his movement, enticing to nothing but the cold bathroom walls. It was well used at this point, though considering his circumstances currently, he’d have to be careful about what sort of people he’d interact with in that sort of manner. He’d not want rumors to spread about him tearing people in two, after all.
Looking down upon himself, he would take a slow and steady breath before opening his eyes, his irises glowing lightly in the dim light of the bathroom.
This was not about staying careful completely for all his life. No. He was going to take this place as his own, with his own two hands. With the things he’ll build and with the people he would get to know.
Grand things were going to come. In time.
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