Post by Ryugexu on Dec 29, 2008 2:07:06 GMT -6
Snow.
People loved it, even in places where it never snowed. They would always decorate the disturbing stuff in red and green this time of year, and let kids go make 'snow angels' and 'snow people.' Ugh, just the thought of it made him feel sick all over. That was why he traveled South for the winter, like a bird. It was only fitting for a man who had wings.
A man with long, curly red hair sat on a wooden chair, in a small semi-tribal town. This town was in the middle of a deep forest, connected to technological advances through trade and trials of their own. However, this village was traditional, and something about that made Zelos Wilder all the more relaxed.
He, being an angel, simply flew there and asked for a place to stay. Using his title of the Chosen One, he was given the extra room in the village leader's house until he decided to leave. Because of Zelos's ranking, there was no hurry or stress. Anything he wanted would be given to him, but he did not take advantage of the people.
If anything, the time he'd spent there so far was the most he'd worked in his entire life.
Not just the birds migrated south this year. This year, fiends also migrated south. He spend half of his waking hours helping to defend the village from the sudden mass of monsters. Today was quiet, though, as if he'd already worked hard enough on fiend-elimination.
Today, he was watching the main road. This road led to other towns, and was the main area for vendors to sell their goods. He was hoping that maybe he would make a decision, after all the village was prepared to entertain him however he wanted. Did he want the company of the most beautiful girls in the village to take a walk with him near the river? Did he want to watch a play, performed by the teenagers of the village? Did he want to abuse his power and make them do something stupid?
"...Hm." Making a good choice was never easy. Then again, he thought, all of those things were so shallow. He came here to unwind and try to relax in the month of December, not to tense and hold up his charades. He was never good at figuring it out, after all, Zelos had become more of what 'other people' wanted him to be, and not at all what he wanted to be.
It must have started with going against what the Church wanted, and then what the local girls wanted, and then what he thought the people of Tethe'alla would want. All of those things... were not Zelos at all. The real Zelos wasn't interested in the hunnies (aside from the voluptuous summoner who he enticed to be abused by), he hated racism, and he didn't think one way or the other about the Goddess Martel.
If anything, the Chosen who was going to be sent on a religious pilgrimage... was an atheist.
All of those things didn't matter here, because he was among strangers who didn't read the news much or really care to gossip. That was a nice change of pace, certainly, but it was also sort of lonely.
People loved it, even in places where it never snowed. They would always decorate the disturbing stuff in red and green this time of year, and let kids go make 'snow angels' and 'snow people.' Ugh, just the thought of it made him feel sick all over. That was why he traveled South for the winter, like a bird. It was only fitting for a man who had wings.
A man with long, curly red hair sat on a wooden chair, in a small semi-tribal town. This town was in the middle of a deep forest, connected to technological advances through trade and trials of their own. However, this village was traditional, and something about that made Zelos Wilder all the more relaxed.
He, being an angel, simply flew there and asked for a place to stay. Using his title of the Chosen One, he was given the extra room in the village leader's house until he decided to leave. Because of Zelos's ranking, there was no hurry or stress. Anything he wanted would be given to him, but he did not take advantage of the people.
If anything, the time he'd spent there so far was the most he'd worked in his entire life.
Not just the birds migrated south this year. This year, fiends also migrated south. He spend half of his waking hours helping to defend the village from the sudden mass of monsters. Today was quiet, though, as if he'd already worked hard enough on fiend-elimination.
Today, he was watching the main road. This road led to other towns, and was the main area for vendors to sell their goods. He was hoping that maybe he would make a decision, after all the village was prepared to entertain him however he wanted. Did he want the company of the most beautiful girls in the village to take a walk with him near the river? Did he want to watch a play, performed by the teenagers of the village? Did he want to abuse his power and make them do something stupid?
"...Hm." Making a good choice was never easy. Then again, he thought, all of those things were so shallow. He came here to unwind and try to relax in the month of December, not to tense and hold up his charades. He was never good at figuring it out, after all, Zelos had become more of what 'other people' wanted him to be, and not at all what he wanted to be.
It must have started with going against what the Church wanted, and then what the local girls wanted, and then what he thought the people of Tethe'alla would want. All of those things... were not Zelos at all. The real Zelos wasn't interested in the hunnies (aside from the voluptuous summoner who he enticed to be abused by), he hated racism, and he didn't think one way or the other about the Goddess Martel.
If anything, the Chosen who was going to be sent on a religious pilgrimage... was an atheist.
All of those things didn't matter here, because he was among strangers who didn't read the news much or really care to gossip. That was a nice change of pace, certainly, but it was also sort of lonely.