Post by Trust Souimah on Apr 4, 2005 20:28:05 GMT -5
The figure had been walking for what seemed like seconds in its own time...but then again, in this certain being's world, a few seconds might span anywhere from a few hours to a few days...
The flow of time had always been different for this creature, one who somehow managed to survive the opening of the doors so long ago. The first few years had crept by, bathing in the painful torment of boredom. Yet, as life began to grow and change around this wanderer, time slowly began to move faster and faster...until the point where the creature lost any notion of the true flow of time. That made it confusing sometimes, but it was able to be lived with.
And so, this being, donning a white cloak, aimlessly wandered the streets of Ragnarok. This cloak, though white and trimmed with orange, was splattered with a great deal of mud, and the wanderer had drawn the large hood over its head to shadow its features. The only thing that could be seen on the traveller was strands of orange tipped white hair and big black boots, so it was difficult to determine the sex of the wanderer.
This place...its tragic.
Hidden in the shadows of the hood, thin lips pressed tightly together at this rather depressing thought.
The flow of time had always been different for this creature, one who somehow managed to survive the opening of the doors so long ago. The first few years had crept by, bathing in the painful torment of boredom. Yet, as life began to grow and change around this wanderer, time slowly began to move faster and faster...until the point where the creature lost any notion of the true flow of time. That made it confusing sometimes, but it was able to be lived with.
And so, this being, donning a white cloak, aimlessly wandered the streets of Ragnarok. This cloak, though white and trimmed with orange, was splattered with a great deal of mud, and the wanderer had drawn the large hood over its head to shadow its features. The only thing that could be seen on the traveller was strands of orange tipped white hair and big black boots, so it was difficult to determine the sex of the wanderer.
This place...its tragic.
Hidden in the shadows of the hood, thin lips pressed tightly together at this rather depressing thought.