02-28-2016, 01:29 PM
Koal followed silently behind his companions as their escort directed them to this...Captain Vimes, watching and listening. His violet orbs cut across each side of the cobbled street as more and more people flooded into the area. This place was somewhat primitive, but Koal knew that looks could be deceiving, he could feel the magic that wove itself into the fabric of this verse. It made his blood tingle and sing with glee, his demonic heritage straining against the confines of his mind.
The black-haired teen held a hand to his left eye as his head pounded. He knew the migraines would get worse in this verse, but knowing and feeling are two different things. He gritted his teeth and continued guiding his horse along, following closely behind Red and Thor. His uninhibited eye appraised the ancient architecture of the city. It was beautiful and rustic. Articulately crafted in some parts, while others seemed to be built in a day. Like comparing a Masterpiece to a fingerpainting. The black beast next to him snorted and shook its mane, and Koal rubbed its neck to calm it down. "Easy girl, easy."
The bar they weaved their way into was disgusting, but Koal had been in places far worse. Sounds of music, dancing, and laughing could be heard throughout the building, and Koal snagged a flagon of something from a passing barmaid. He lifted the tall cup to his mouth and took a deep swig of the contents that lay wherein. The taste of the alcohol left something to be desired, but Koal knew he needed to fit in with these people. He stood in Thor's shadow as Red spoke to the Captain, draining the cup in his hand, and taking another. Another barmaid passing with cigarettes caught his eye, and he snuck some off the poor lady, his deft fingers having no trouble taking what he wished. He knew it was stealing, but with what he had been through, he didn't care.
He stuck the small cylindrical item in his mouth and snapped his fingers, a small crimson flame lighting on the top of his fingertips. He lit the cigarette, and took a drag, listening to the other talk. His eyes widened as they spoke. A member of the Army? Were they sure about this? The young man shook his head a blew a smoke ring, his violet eyes half closed in fake nonchalance. He stood and flicked the cigarette away, and continued to listen...
The black-haired teen held a hand to his left eye as his head pounded. He knew the migraines would get worse in this verse, but knowing and feeling are two different things. He gritted his teeth and continued guiding his horse along, following closely behind Red and Thor. His uninhibited eye appraised the ancient architecture of the city. It was beautiful and rustic. Articulately crafted in some parts, while others seemed to be built in a day. Like comparing a Masterpiece to a fingerpainting. The black beast next to him snorted and shook its mane, and Koal rubbed its neck to calm it down. "Easy girl, easy."
The bar they weaved their way into was disgusting, but Koal had been in places far worse. Sounds of music, dancing, and laughing could be heard throughout the building, and Koal snagged a flagon of something from a passing barmaid. He lifted the tall cup to his mouth and took a deep swig of the contents that lay wherein. The taste of the alcohol left something to be desired, but Koal knew he needed to fit in with these people. He stood in Thor's shadow as Red spoke to the Captain, draining the cup in his hand, and taking another. Another barmaid passing with cigarettes caught his eye, and he snuck some off the poor lady, his deft fingers having no trouble taking what he wished. He knew it was stealing, but with what he had been through, he didn't care.
He stuck the small cylindrical item in his mouth and snapped his fingers, a small crimson flame lighting on the top of his fingertips. He lit the cigarette, and took a drag, listening to the other talk. His eyes widened as they spoke. A member of the Army? Were they sure about this? The young man shook his head a blew a smoke ring, his violet eyes half closed in fake nonchalance. He stood and flicked the cigarette away, and continued to listen...