Post by blau on Oct 5, 2008 1:55:43 GMT -1
Wind howled, and a distressed sprite fought against it with some trouble. Short white hair blew back underneathe a blue hood, and as the howl let out an especially dreadful screech, the male turned down an alley. The two buildings on either side of him helped keep out some of the cold. It was surprising, the chilly weather already coming. He was thankful he'd juse been to the store. The wind had picked up tricefold since then, and picking up some extra clothing, such as the zip-up hoodie he was wearing, was definitely helping himself keep warm. He rubbed his arms together, the black marks on his skin were covered by the sleeves of the hoodie. Blau hurried through the alley. He was not a fan of allies. They seemed to give him gut feelings of bad incidents. However much he might have thought so, he was not an empath. Perhaps it was just a subconscious feeling placed into the hearts of beings that alleyways weren't the safest of places. For some reason, Blau believe that it was more of the fact that a beserk-looking homeless man was sitting next to the wall, badly faking sleep. Before any trouble could have been started, the Sprite quickly left.
A glance back, and Blau was able to let out the breath that he'd been holding in through his journey into the alley. He mad ea mental reminder to go against the wind next time, and not down a sheltering alley. There was probably someone else seeking shelter in it. The sky was a dismal cornflower blue colour. Grey wispy clouds hung in the air like a very high fog, holding their own against the sun. The street Blau was now walking down was nearly abandoned. A car there, and a truck here. The site was very melancholy, and Blau was sure that it would have been a great inspiration for flute or clarinet music. Low, airy tunes that would fill the night, and chill the hearts of the listeners, who unknowingly stopped their previous actions to consentrate more upon the undulating sounds. Though he was alone, Blau felt watched. Maybe it was just paranoia. He was paranoid, a greater deal of the time. A nasty gust sent the trees on either side of the street, in the yards of houses, and in a cemetary in the distant shivering and creaking.
Blau's hands were getting numb. He was sure that if he were in his Sprite height, that he'd been blown into the air, wings useless. He tried to throw out the image of himself splattering into the ground as a messy landing out of his mind. Up ahead, he saw a wonderful distraction for the day. Normally, he'd have gone on home, and taken shelter, but something from the park up ahead seemed to be calling his name. The urge to go and sit on one of those public swings were both horrifying and attractive. Once he'd made his way into the park, the sticks on the ground crunching under his shoes, he stood next to a swing. There was another one next to it, and they both shook back and forth, as if two people were already in it and swinging, but could not be touched, seen, or heard. Memories of the past haunting the land, forlorningly. Sticking his hands in the pockets in his hoodie, Blau sat down, knowing that his purposely worn-looking jeans were getting dirty, and resisting the urge to get up. He pushed himself with his legs, and within minutes he was flying through the air. Not like he did in his Sprite form. He closed his eyes, the wind hitting his face was much more inviting than it was moments ago, when hed been walking through that alley. He flew on that swing for minutes, until he came to a stop. And he sat there for minutes before opening his eyes.
However, suddenly, his heart stopped. He was sure he'd seen something not to far away. Over to his left, he was sure he'd seen something duck behind the perfectly groomed shrubs. For the instant, however, the greenery seemed ominous, and was, for the instant, holding the mystery of whom he had seen. He was about to discard it was his eyes playing tricks on him, but this time, on his right side, he'd seen it again. Whatever it was, it was moving fast, not to mention closer, and was not hiding on the underside of a slide facing him. He was presumably not heavy, as the slope of the slide hid his whole body from the eyes of the nervous sprite. Eyes like a hawk, he narrowed in on the slide. A tap on his shoulder to his left caused his head to jerk in that direction. There, he saw the figure on the swing to his left. It was most definitely not someone he'd seen before.
A glance back, and Blau was able to let out the breath that he'd been holding in through his journey into the alley. He mad ea mental reminder to go against the wind next time, and not down a sheltering alley. There was probably someone else seeking shelter in it. The sky was a dismal cornflower blue colour. Grey wispy clouds hung in the air like a very high fog, holding their own against the sun. The street Blau was now walking down was nearly abandoned. A car there, and a truck here. The site was very melancholy, and Blau was sure that it would have been a great inspiration for flute or clarinet music. Low, airy tunes that would fill the night, and chill the hearts of the listeners, who unknowingly stopped their previous actions to consentrate more upon the undulating sounds. Though he was alone, Blau felt watched. Maybe it was just paranoia. He was paranoid, a greater deal of the time. A nasty gust sent the trees on either side of the street, in the yards of houses, and in a cemetary in the distant shivering and creaking.
Blau's hands were getting numb. He was sure that if he were in his Sprite height, that he'd been blown into the air, wings useless. He tried to throw out the image of himself splattering into the ground as a messy landing out of his mind. Up ahead, he saw a wonderful distraction for the day. Normally, he'd have gone on home, and taken shelter, but something from the park up ahead seemed to be calling his name. The urge to go and sit on one of those public swings were both horrifying and attractive. Once he'd made his way into the park, the sticks on the ground crunching under his shoes, he stood next to a swing. There was another one next to it, and they both shook back and forth, as if two people were already in it and swinging, but could not be touched, seen, or heard. Memories of the past haunting the land, forlorningly. Sticking his hands in the pockets in his hoodie, Blau sat down, knowing that his purposely worn-looking jeans were getting dirty, and resisting the urge to get up. He pushed himself with his legs, and within minutes he was flying through the air. Not like he did in his Sprite form. He closed his eyes, the wind hitting his face was much more inviting than it was moments ago, when hed been walking through that alley. He flew on that swing for minutes, until he came to a stop. And he sat there for minutes before opening his eyes.
However, suddenly, his heart stopped. He was sure he'd seen something not to far away. Over to his left, he was sure he'd seen something duck behind the perfectly groomed shrubs. For the instant, however, the greenery seemed ominous, and was, for the instant, holding the mystery of whom he had seen. He was about to discard it was his eyes playing tricks on him, but this time, on his right side, he'd seen it again. Whatever it was, it was moving fast, not to mention closer, and was not hiding on the underside of a slide facing him. He was presumably not heavy, as the slope of the slide hid his whole body from the eyes of the nervous sprite. Eyes like a hawk, he narrowed in on the slide. A tap on his shoulder to his left caused his head to jerk in that direction. There, he saw the figure on the swing to his left. It was most definitely not someone he'd seen before.