Wanderer(OPEN) Sept 26, 2014 14:57:42 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2014 14:57:42 GMT -5
A frail young boy walked on the outskirts of Traverse Town, wobbling on his bare feet with each step his took. He was tiny, his tattered clothing swathing his bony frame easily enough, and his wings were tucked in beneath this ripped article of clothing. Around his waist, he wore a thick article of clothing that resembled a diaper, and seemed to allow more mobility than traditional pants. He was the type to like a challenge, so he'd tightened it around his frame so it would look and feel like a real infant's swaddling clothes, making sure it would inhibit certain movements so his training would be challenging. Thus, he was a pint-sized boy, with a steeply curved back and strangely ratty clothing. At this point, his aching wings had been revealed to the sunlight, and people were flocking away, thinking him a monster. Attempting to ignore them, he glided through the air until he felt a blade of sorts, perhaps a knife or a spell, strike him in the face. He was sent sprawling as people muttered their concern. He was, to them, someone who was probably affiliated with the more wicked sorts who tampered with this humble little town, and they understandably wanted him gone. Breathing heavily, he attempted to fly away despite his initial weakness-he hadn't slept in days, being on the run from people whom insisted upon hunting him down just for his demonic appearance-and collapsed after a moment of agony. No; flying wouldn't do him any good, not in this state-he broke into a run, until someone clocked him on the back of the head with a blunt object. Gasping in fear and pain, he fell to the ground after his legs gave out, fading into unconsciousness the minute he hit the pavement.