08-07-2012, 08:53 PM
Mihael is in his Optime form. It is around noon and set somewhere in the village.
It had been a long month. Mihael had settled into his own little hut a few weeks ago and he had explored quite a lot of the territory that belonged to AniWaya and a bit of the surrounding land. He was always amazed by the beauty of the place. He had heard that natural disasters had ravaged these lands many a time but from the looks of things right now; one would never know. He did not own much. He had what he considered to be essentials and a few knick knacks of sentimental value.
The small white wolf sighed and looked down at his clothes. He had finally replaced the hole filled dirty rags he had worn for so long. He thought that he would miss them more as they’d been a part of him for so long. Mihael found himself wondering why he didn’t put on something cleaner and newer before. It did feel incredibly odd to him to feel the need to be “civilized” as he was so used to fending for himself and rarely seeing another being. Though many around him did not; he still felt the need to clothe himself when by others.
Mihael sat down on a log that happened to be nearby and pulled his bracelets off. They were covered in a film of dust, dirt, and whatever else decided to hitch a ride on his jewelry. He smiled at the memory of receiving these; an insignificant memory compared to other experiences he’s had but he can’t help the feeling of happiness he gets when he looks at them. They were practically the first thing he’d ever made by himself. They opened up a new world to him, without these he’d likely never had found how much he loved using his hands to make things. He pulled a cloth out of his pants pocket and spit on it. He set the blue one down next to him and began cleaning the green ring.
It had been a long month. Mihael had settled into his own little hut a few weeks ago and he had explored quite a lot of the territory that belonged to AniWaya and a bit of the surrounding land. He was always amazed by the beauty of the place. He had heard that natural disasters had ravaged these lands many a time but from the looks of things right now; one would never know. He did not own much. He had what he considered to be essentials and a few knick knacks of sentimental value.
The small white wolf sighed and looked down at his clothes. He had finally replaced the hole filled dirty rags he had worn for so long. He thought that he would miss them more as they’d been a part of him for so long. Mihael found himself wondering why he didn’t put on something cleaner and newer before. It did feel incredibly odd to him to feel the need to be “civilized” as he was so used to fending for himself and rarely seeing another being. Though many around him did not; he still felt the need to clothe himself when by others.
Mihael sat down on a log that happened to be nearby and pulled his bracelets off. They were covered in a film of dust, dirt, and whatever else decided to hitch a ride on his jewelry. He smiled at the memory of receiving these; an insignificant memory compared to other experiences he’s had but he can’t help the feeling of happiness he gets when he looks at them. They were practically the first thing he’d ever made by himself. They opened up a new world to him, without these he’d likely never had found how much he loved using his hands to make things. He pulled a cloth out of his pants pocket and spit on it. He set the blue one down next to him and began cleaning the green ring.