11-04-2008, 12:34 AM
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The snow tumbled down from the gray sky, spun in idling patterns and was swept away by the wind. Several flakes reached the blonde, who was moving in an indirect and careless path towards Inferni. Word of mouth suggested the clan was suffering, but they had always been struggling. Survival was an uphill battle, after all. A shake of the head sent a fine powder of white off of his frame, and tousled his hair. The black chunk of his bangs was more predominant the more he eyed it, but that was unfixable. It seemed, in the end, he was more like his father then he had wanted to be.
A peculiar shape caught his eye, and the blonde paused to study it. There was a girl walking opposite of his path, moving towards him, wearing nothing more then a blanket. This was not to suggest that Ahren himself was heavily clothed—indeed, aside from his ragged jeans and assorted oddities on the belt, he was nude. What kept his interest, however, was the peculiar shade of the girl’s eyes. This he recognized because it was his own, and he had seen it in both his father and his own sons. Another long lost relative?
“Who isn’t,” he said flatly, and then called out to the girl: “Salut!”
The snow tumbled down from the gray sky, spun in idling patterns and was swept away by the wind. Several flakes reached the blonde, who was moving in an indirect and careless path towards Inferni. Word of mouth suggested the clan was suffering, but they had always been struggling. Survival was an uphill battle, after all. A shake of the head sent a fine powder of white off of his frame, and tousled his hair. The black chunk of his bangs was more predominant the more he eyed it, but that was unfixable. It seemed, in the end, he was more like his father then he had wanted to be.
A peculiar shape caught his eye, and the blonde paused to study it. There was a girl walking opposite of his path, moving towards him, wearing nothing more then a blanket. This was not to suggest that Ahren himself was heavily clothed—indeed, aside from his ragged jeans and assorted oddities on the belt, he was nude. What kept his interest, however, was the peculiar shade of the girl’s eyes. This he recognized because it was his own, and he had seen it in both his father and his own sons. Another long lost relative?
“Who isn’t,” he said flatly, and then called out to the girl: “Salut!”