Post by Aurelian Belebast on Oct 7, 2019 22:55:48 GMT -5
Crack, Creak, Croak.
The air hummed and buzzed with melancholy enjoyment, the sun sparse shine skimmed it's way between the shifting cracks of the cloud coated sky and the feeling of soft dirt beneath footstep moaned as it's mane of grass faltered beneath footstep. Aurelian stood before the gates of his future... With a Broken cart and a face littered with beads of sweat.
He dragged a hand against his brow, a long skim of water flicked against the grass accentuating a bead of morning dew. It was early, too early. The sun had made it's daily call and dragged itself up and over the mountain ranges, the sound of early morning bussel had only just begun, a few odd looks stared at the Vacuoan man, his sharp features cutting along the length of a poormans wooden cart, scrapes and grime littered the side, a tattered hide left wailed as sunlight drifted and showed all manner of rips and tears in his Uniform that had hung limply on a clothesline. He himself, was fine. His clothing long black linen with refined cuffs of Silk seemed untouched and marred by what was obviously a Grimm attack, at his side his Pistols drafted and swayed in their Holster's, a single well placed scrape had caused the belt to hang a little loose, dancing on the precipice of falling off his waist.
But he didn't seem worried, he stood back, his vision and gaze dragged far along the side of the Cart, staring at Quad as he gave a heartfelt sigh, "Welp. Like Mom and Papa said. Should've invested in the Steel Nail's." He moaned with an uncharacteristic smile, peeling himself back as he ran a hand through his mane of hair, fingers interlocking as they ricocheted between each other with hearty cracks. Slowly he walked to the front, grabbing the two long bars, a long horse saddle and straddle clearly tucked into what appeared to be the front seat of the cart as he started to drag it along, his left side pulling most of the weight up since half of that wheel had become injured, deep black marks burnt and cindered the smell of old smoke still permeating around it.
He dragged a hand against his brow, a long skim of water flicked against the grass accentuating a bead of morning dew. It was early, too early. The sun had made it's daily call and dragged itself up and over the mountain ranges, the sound of early morning bussel had only just begun, a few odd looks stared at the Vacuoan man, his sharp features cutting along the length of a poormans wooden cart, scrapes and grime littered the side, a tattered hide left wailed as sunlight drifted and showed all manner of rips and tears in his Uniform that had hung limply on a clothesline. He himself, was fine. His clothing long black linen with refined cuffs of Silk seemed untouched and marred by what was obviously a Grimm attack, at his side his Pistols drafted and swayed in their Holster's, a single well placed scrape had caused the belt to hang a little loose, dancing on the precipice of falling off his waist.
But he didn't seem worried, he stood back, his vision and gaze dragged far along the side of the Cart, staring at Quad as he gave a heartfelt sigh, "Welp. Like Mom and Papa said. Should've invested in the Steel Nail's." He moaned with an uncharacteristic smile, peeling himself back as he ran a hand through his mane of hair, fingers interlocking as they ricocheted between each other with hearty cracks. Slowly he walked to the front, grabbing the two long bars, a long horse saddle and straddle clearly tucked into what appeared to be the front seat of the cart as he started to drag it along, his left side pulling most of the weight up since half of that wheel had become injured, deep black marks burnt and cindered the smell of old smoke still permeating around it.
