Post by kezzy on Aug 3, 2009 1:50:09 GMT -5
Europe was starting to become a bit meshed and dull.
Villages, countrysides, they all had their own brand of age-old flavor, with things to do and sights to see. With age-old splendors also came age-old pestilence. Every bakery had its cockroaches, and every tree had a few wormy apples. This one traveler had seen all that Europe had to offer, many times over indeed. There was so much beauty, only to be so heavily offset by the ugliness that filled the shadows between every building.
The once sapphiric eyes of a rugged blond had faded into Atlantic seafoam. Hair which was bleached bright by the sunlight had started to darken at the roots, and skin once so fair and porcelain had turned a husky hue of mocha. A dark leather jacket clothed his arms comfortably, with a visible white tank and blue jeans fitting his form well. A thin layer of stubble was spread across his jawline, and his cheekbone bore a much more mature definition than what had been seen in his features but a few years or so ago. Europe had made this youth into a man, and he was starting to feel he'd done all he could for these many islands and nations once decended from tribes of the far East.
And here lied Spanish Iberia, a place he had not passed through in some time. It was much more active than the man remembered, with young witches and wizards alike clammoring in the streets and carrying on without a care in the world. It reminded him so much of Hogsmeade, with so many memories that not even death itself could erase. Within moments he had arrived at a stand selling Andy Apples. He examined the new snack, and pulled a long, rubbery worm from its core. More rotten apples, it seemed. He sighed, and tossed the thing aside before entering a bar called Joker's.
The blonde's heavy mane swayed a bit as he looked around the bar. The guy really needed a haircut. Older practicioners of Europe's craft were mellowed from having their fill of drink, and it seemed to have the atmosphere he was temporarily seeking. This bar would do him fine.
"Butterbeer, if you don't mind." he said in a laid back tone to the barkeep as he took a seat at the bar.
Villages, countrysides, they all had their own brand of age-old flavor, with things to do and sights to see. With age-old splendors also came age-old pestilence. Every bakery had its cockroaches, and every tree had a few wormy apples. This one traveler had seen all that Europe had to offer, many times over indeed. There was so much beauty, only to be so heavily offset by the ugliness that filled the shadows between every building.
The once sapphiric eyes of a rugged blond had faded into Atlantic seafoam. Hair which was bleached bright by the sunlight had started to darken at the roots, and skin once so fair and porcelain had turned a husky hue of mocha. A dark leather jacket clothed his arms comfortably, with a visible white tank and blue jeans fitting his form well. A thin layer of stubble was spread across his jawline, and his cheekbone bore a much more mature definition than what had been seen in his features but a few years or so ago. Europe had made this youth into a man, and he was starting to feel he'd done all he could for these many islands and nations once decended from tribes of the far East.
And here lied Spanish Iberia, a place he had not passed through in some time. It was much more active than the man remembered, with young witches and wizards alike clammoring in the streets and carrying on without a care in the world. It reminded him so much of Hogsmeade, with so many memories that not even death itself could erase. Within moments he had arrived at a stand selling Andy Apples. He examined the new snack, and pulled a long, rubbery worm from its core. More rotten apples, it seemed. He sighed, and tossed the thing aside before entering a bar called Joker's.
The blonde's heavy mane swayed a bit as he looked around the bar. The guy really needed a haircut. Older practicioners of Europe's craft were mellowed from having their fill of drink, and it seemed to have the atmosphere he was temporarily seeking. This bar would do him fine.
"Butterbeer, if you don't mind." he said in a laid back tone to the barkeep as he took a seat at the bar.