January 17, 2013 - 3:34am — kileah
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The world was nothing more then a shell of it past self, order was long gone and chaos now ruled it like an enormous tide. Laws had been long forgotten as the war had kept on. Soon there was only survival of the strongest.
The cold wind swept through the streets making huddles of fabric quiver and dry leafs to fly up from the ground. Upon an old green container sat a man dressed in old sturdy cloths. Cloths where you could see its history, from stain to stain. He didn´t move an inch, the winds here where nothing from what he had been used to.
The mans eyes closed for a moment as the wind blew trough his half long hair, before he opened them again looking straight forward. There was a park. But now it was more a jungle of thorns, waste and metal. A home for some of the outcasts. The once lowest on the scale that now existed.
In a way, was he one of them.
He didn´t have scales, three extra arms, the power to conjure fire or a family of to many to care for. No, the only family he had wasn´t something he ever would call family. And the one he had called that was long gone. Then what about powers or abnormality's? well, his powers wasn´t the most outstanding once and the only thing that might be odd else was his hair that had a hint of green in it.
So, why was he there? Well... There wasn´t much else to do, and he didn´t want to expose himself to trouble, or other things that might recognize his wind-scared face.
Kileah, had once been a solider, then a mercenary and now he was just a hoodlum. Keeping away from fights as best as he could. There was enough blood on his hands...
His eyes darted away following a blue girls little figure... and the memories he had was quite enough to haunt him for hundred lifetimes.
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Slowly he fell in to his
His eyes suddenly flew open, shimmering in clear blue as his fist shut out and grabbed the neck of a odd looking snake. He exhaled through the thine gasmask he had and looked at the snake with sharp eyes.
"Go some where else..." He murmured in a deep voice and the snake stiffened in surprise as it understood the words that had been spoken, and for some reason it couldn´t other then obey.
He sighed deep and arose from his sitting position the boots made a typical echoing noise against the containers metal.
His figure rouse almost 2 meter up, clad in a sturdy army coat, with a generals mark at its shoulder. The hair that shifted in blonds, browns and even in hints of black and green, moved as he jumped down from the dumpster. On his back was an old shotgun, together with a rugged backpack. Calm he closed the coat properly over the thine shirt that lay over his muscular built body, not like a body builder or something, but it was easy to see that there was many hours of training and physical labor behind them.
So, why was other people stile after him? One reason was grudge, the other one was greed. To take revenge on the man that killed kids, parents, siblings, relatives was always relevant. Then the greed came from the roamers. Of the man that could looks as innocent and dumb as a lamb, but really was a flesh eating monster.
The nights mist gather around him, as he seemingly unaware continued down the street.