Kirjoittaja harlekiini » 02 Helmi 2012, 20:26
A small flame flickered on a thin stick held by a young man with an usually red hair as he watched its dance, covering it from the icy wind with his palm has well as he could. He had long since given up an attempt to keep his fingers warm with the small flame and was now simply entertaining himself. He had eaten his ascetic lunch on the Mootstones a couple of hours earlier and had then travelled to South enjoying the beauty of the wintry forest until had stopped by one of the ancient trees to rest his aching feet. Walking in snow sure drained energy.
The pointed ears of the demon soon caught a faint sound that came from his left. Tsytan lift his gaze from the flame and frowned as he listened to the singing along which came an uncomfortable feeling, a sort of déjà vu, even though he wasnt able to name the feeling. As for the sound it had very tempting touch in it, albeit a faint one; yet that only made it more interesting. The sound grew louder as the wondering demon approached (he hadnt even noticed he had started walking) speeding up his steps with the help of his spear, and the closer he got the more curious he became. He had not yet encountered the origin of the song until a black creature dashed from one pile of snow to the other right in front of him, halting him immediately. The mans hold of his spear tightened. Had he been human he wouldnt have believed his eyes, but as a demon he knew better. And that thing just now had definitely been one his kind. Tsytan didnt move for a while and kept staring at the place where the creature had vanished into. He had met some half-demons in his travels, quite many of them in fact; but not once a pure blood demon such as himself, not even in a disguise. He had mixed feelings about the incident. On the one hand he was delighted to see someone or something like himself, but on the other hand it was also slightly terrifying. To have them jump out right into his face just like that, after first making him believe he was the only one!
The demon snapped out of his thoughts and ran after the creature having already forgotten the ache in his feet. He jumped from one rock or fallen tree to another advancing at a remarkable speed, until he spotted a sleigh led by a human female not far from him. The déjà vu feeling he had had earlier grew stronger, and with a long leap he ended up behind the sleigh between its traces, letting the spear fell from his hand. He took a deep breath. Damn him if was to chase the other demons all the way through the forest!
Hey! You there! Wait! Tsytan shouted at the woman, and gasped. The freezing air didnt do well to his lungs. Hi picked up his spear once again and started walking towards the sleigh, keeping an eye on the demons pulling it. He had been almost right. Those were demons, that was certain, but not his kind. These were moreprimitive sort. In a way he felt relieved by the fact.
The only downside was, that he had not planned any way to start a conversation. I say, are those demons? Splendid, so am I! No. That wouldnt do.
Forgive me my rudeness, lady, he started and bowed, but I could not help but hear your song and see thesemarvellous creatures you have. I was simply wondering what, exactly? Tsytan didnt even know why he had started following the woman in the first place,
..Wonderingwondering if these are possibly..demons?
¤¤ Here comes the stuttering Tsytan. "the posts may be shorter due to the use of foreign language", my ass...¤¤