Post by ADEL on Jan 4, 2015 8:01:19 GMT
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It isn't often that he manages to curb his urges to simply claw at everything in sight, but for today he makes an exception. Humans jostle through the streets, polite as they forge their way through the city, going about their daily tasks without stopping. Adel isn't all too adept at that, staring for far too long at foreign objects to not appear curious. He isn't ignorant at the concept of currency, but how he wishes to simple take as his instincts dictate, if it were not a crime. Any other time, he would have simply taken what he pleased, and snapped their necks before they knew who or what they were dealing with. Today, however, was practice. Blend in, appear as your skin dictates, draw less attention.
So it is with much inner grumbling that he tears his eyes away from the shiny objects and goes about his way. He had planned to only stay until the sun had set, which would only be a few hours by now, surely enough time to perceive what he could from the city before returning to a wonderfully damp cave by nightfall.
A smell prickles through the air, one that he hasn't encountered in a while. It catches his attention nonetheless, drawing him in as he follows it to its source. He enters a small establish, a pub of sorts, dreary, if not private for the lack of patrons. He takes a noisy whiff in the air, eyes settling on a tuft of red hair, eyes narrowing in speculation. He advances, settling in the man's table, still staring rudely.
ARTEMIS REINHARDTSo it is with much inner grumbling that he tears his eyes away from the shiny objects and goes about his way. He had planned to only stay until the sun had set, which would only be a few hours by now, surely enough time to perceive what he could from the city before returning to a wonderfully damp cave by nightfall.
A smell prickles through the air, one that he hasn't encountered in a while. It catches his attention nonetheless, drawing him in as he follows it to its source. He enters a small establish, a pub of sorts, dreary, if not private for the lack of patrons. He takes a noisy whiff in the air, eyes settling on a tuft of red hair, eyes narrowing in speculation. He advances, settling in the man's table, still staring rudely.
