09-11-2012, 04:21 PM
Halifax. A lovely city. A place that had always been very lucky for him. How many had he met here? Bart, Light, Drakien, Lorenzo... There were probably more, but Sebastian's memory wasn't all that reliable when it came to his many conquests. He knew he had met plenty of handsome, willing men in Halifax, and that was enough to encourage his return.
Today, he wore black jeans and a black leather, spiked collar. It was practically indecent, but he had hardly ever worn it before. Who knew, perhaps it might attract his kind of company. His everpresent satchel slung around his shoulder, bouncing off his hip with every step. The Italian had chosen to forgo his bow and arrows today, instead carrying his daggers in their sheathes on a leather belt around his slim waist. Fur neatly cleaned and as silkily soft as ever, Sebastian felt himself to be quite a fine-looking specimen on this sunny day, even with the slight chill that began to taint the air.
The Italian sauntered down the Hydrostone district, delicately ambling over the thick roots that had overgrown the roads, peering into cracked windows where they existed to peek into the houses. Most abandoned and left to rot, naturally. The foxy artisan made his way to where the bigger buildings lay, the empty street almost eerie in its silence.
Today, he wore black jeans and a black leather, spiked collar. It was practically indecent, but he had hardly ever worn it before. Who knew, perhaps it might attract his kind of company. His everpresent satchel slung around his shoulder, bouncing off his hip with every step. The Italian had chosen to forgo his bow and arrows today, instead carrying his daggers in their sheathes on a leather belt around his slim waist. Fur neatly cleaned and as silkily soft as ever, Sebastian felt himself to be quite a fine-looking specimen on this sunny day, even with the slight chill that began to taint the air.
The Italian sauntered down the Hydrostone district, delicately ambling over the thick roots that had overgrown the roads, peering into cracked windows where they existed to peek into the houses. Most abandoned and left to rot, naturally. The foxy artisan made his way to where the bigger buildings lay, the empty street almost eerie in its silence.