Post by Saku Tadokoro on Jan 20, 2008 4:01:49 GMT -5
A gentle breeze blew across the fields causing the grass to sway in wave like motions, the moonlight shining down gave it the impression of water rippling. The trees nearest the inn swayed gently as well, the leaves rustling softly as a figure on the third floor walked along an open hallway on the outer edge of the building. Although protected from rain, snow and most other forms of weather, one could still enjoy the breeze. The figure continued to walk at a leisurely pace into the moonlight and stopped, resolving from a mere figure into a man.
The man stood at average height, roughly 5'11" but his stance plus the length and cut of his clothing gave him an added sense of height. His face was youthful but not so much that he appeared a teenager still in school but rather a man in the prime of his life. His hair was another matter, gunmetal gray in color though not entirely dull, in fact it had a slight shine to it as if it were really metal and had been polished. It was a mark of an event that had happened only a few years before and subsequently taken years from his life, but the man wasn't bothered by it. His eyes were brown, though commonplace they shone with intelligence and a wisdom that belayed his age.
The outline of his body was masked by his clothing, his upper body and most of the lower covered by a long coat that stopped just above his kneecaps. Unsurprisingly, the coat was gray as well, almost a perfect match for his hair and well suited for blending into shadows. Had he been inside and away from the moonlight he could blend into the darkness well enough that he might appear a part of a wall and easily missed. His pants were of simple cut, not blue jean but of similar material and dark red in color. On his feet were a pair of black ankle length boots, his socks were hidden by his pants but even if they were visible they would match his boots perfectly.
The man looked out over the Inn grounds with his hands, both sheathed in fingerless black gloves backed with dull colored steel plates, on the rails. A soft sigh escaped him, the only sound he'd made since arriving. He hadn't bothered to check in yet, his belongings were still neatly packed in a duffel bag that he'd left hidden on the roof. Should someone come across him, they might think him a resident that had lived at the Inn for quite some time. In truth the last time he'd stayed had only been a few months then he'd left, that was two years ago. Few of the current tenants would recognize him, it didn't matter to him, he hadn't expected to come back but something drew him. If it was a desire to be someplace familiar or the call of some ancient power, he didn't know or care. All he knew was one simple truth.
He was home.
The man stood at average height, roughly 5'11" but his stance plus the length and cut of his clothing gave him an added sense of height. His face was youthful but not so much that he appeared a teenager still in school but rather a man in the prime of his life. His hair was another matter, gunmetal gray in color though not entirely dull, in fact it had a slight shine to it as if it were really metal and had been polished. It was a mark of an event that had happened only a few years before and subsequently taken years from his life, but the man wasn't bothered by it. His eyes were brown, though commonplace they shone with intelligence and a wisdom that belayed his age.
The outline of his body was masked by his clothing, his upper body and most of the lower covered by a long coat that stopped just above his kneecaps. Unsurprisingly, the coat was gray as well, almost a perfect match for his hair and well suited for blending into shadows. Had he been inside and away from the moonlight he could blend into the darkness well enough that he might appear a part of a wall and easily missed. His pants were of simple cut, not blue jean but of similar material and dark red in color. On his feet were a pair of black ankle length boots, his socks were hidden by his pants but even if they were visible they would match his boots perfectly.
The man looked out over the Inn grounds with his hands, both sheathed in fingerless black gloves backed with dull colored steel plates, on the rails. A soft sigh escaped him, the only sound he'd made since arriving. He hadn't bothered to check in yet, his belongings were still neatly packed in a duffel bag that he'd left hidden on the roof. Should someone come across him, they might think him a resident that had lived at the Inn for quite some time. In truth the last time he'd stayed had only been a few months then he'd left, that was two years ago. Few of the current tenants would recognize him, it didn't matter to him, he hadn't expected to come back but something drew him. If it was a desire to be someplace familiar or the call of some ancient power, he didn't know or care. All he knew was one simple truth.
He was home.