Post by Orca on Dec 12, 2010 5:50:18 GMT -5
Again, he ventured out. Again, it was to Drakborough. Again, it was late at night, so dark out the sparse lamps that dotted the streets barely providing enough light for any stray humans to make their stumbling, most-likely-drunk way home by. He, of course, payed no heed to the ill-lit path, instead choosing to make his way by rooftop, the not even half-full moon and sprawling sea of stars above him more than enough light for the nocturnal lycan to use.
Orca trotted contentedly across the shingled roof of a store of some kind, his converse-clad feet barely making any noise as he found his way to the edge and then leapt neatly to the next building, his stride barely breaking as he caught himself and kept moving. He'd been doing this for a while, now; in fact it was his preferred method of travel nowadays considering any old wizard you ran across could figure out what you were just by looking at you. Up here, he was incognito incarnate, just a quick shadow moving along at a wolf's easygoing lope.
He had an idea where he was going, just a vague one, but beside that, he was mostly just moving to move. He might look like a teenage boy, albeit a bit more pretty than his gender tended to be, but on the inside -- and a lot of the time, the outside -- he was a wolf, and he needed to roam. In the past, his restlessness had taken him away from Spain, but more and more recently he felt confined to the area, not necessarily in a bad way.
It was a feeling some would call 'home'. Orca himself didn't know what to call it.
The lycan, instead of leaping the distance between the next set of buildings like an overgrown house cat, stopped at the edge, the tips of his shoes hanging over the gutter and thus the ground below. Briefly, his golden eyes wandered the streets, zeroing in on one bench in particular. Without a second thought, he hopped down from the building, casual as you please, and made his way across the road.
A wide grin meandered its way across Orca's face, and he first circled the bench like a dog readying its spot for a nap before he flopped down on it. One foot tapped out a beat on the cobblestones, and he found himself humming.
Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's comin' to get me
The lycan shook his head slightly, tossing shaggy brown bangs out of his eyes. The grin remained, bright in comparison to his tanned flesh. Someone would come along, sooner or later. And around here, it was always sooner. Good thing too, he wasn't any good at that whole 'patience' thing.
Orca relaxed, his eyes on nothing, the slight wind that had picked up harsh against his bare arms and t-shirt clothed torso. He felt just fine.
[ooc: first post to Rommy plz :3 also takes place slightly In the Future! or at least after Orca is no longer a girl]
Orca trotted contentedly across the shingled roof of a store of some kind, his converse-clad feet barely making any noise as he found his way to the edge and then leapt neatly to the next building, his stride barely breaking as he caught himself and kept moving. He'd been doing this for a while, now; in fact it was his preferred method of travel nowadays considering any old wizard you ran across could figure out what you were just by looking at you. Up here, he was incognito incarnate, just a quick shadow moving along at a wolf's easygoing lope.
He had an idea where he was going, just a vague one, but beside that, he was mostly just moving to move. He might look like a teenage boy, albeit a bit more pretty than his gender tended to be, but on the inside -- and a lot of the time, the outside -- he was a wolf, and he needed to roam. In the past, his restlessness had taken him away from Spain, but more and more recently he felt confined to the area, not necessarily in a bad way.
It was a feeling some would call 'home'. Orca himself didn't know what to call it.
The lycan, instead of leaping the distance between the next set of buildings like an overgrown house cat, stopped at the edge, the tips of his shoes hanging over the gutter and thus the ground below. Briefly, his golden eyes wandered the streets, zeroing in on one bench in particular. Without a second thought, he hopped down from the building, casual as you please, and made his way across the road.
A wide grin meandered its way across Orca's face, and he first circled the bench like a dog readying its spot for a nap before he flopped down on it. One foot tapped out a beat on the cobblestones, and he found himself humming.
Paranoia, paranoia
Everybody's comin' to get me
The lycan shook his head slightly, tossing shaggy brown bangs out of his eyes. The grin remained, bright in comparison to his tanned flesh. Someone would come along, sooner or later. And around here, it was always sooner. Good thing too, he wasn't any good at that whole 'patience' thing.
Orca relaxed, his eyes on nothing, the slight wind that had picked up harsh against his bare arms and t-shirt clothed torso. He felt just fine.
[ooc: first post to Rommy plz :3 also takes place slightly In the Future! or at least after Orca is no longer a girl]