Post by Halcyon on Aug 19, 2007 23:04:46 GMT -5
People stared at Cuir while he walked. Obviously a not quite 18 year old boy carrying a massive sword on his back was not something the saw every day. Cuir ignored them as he looked at the tavern entrance. This place looked as if it should have been destroyed years ago. It looked as if it had been built back before he had gone into hibernation over 50 years ago. It reminded him of the places his “father” would have taken him and felt a flood of bittersweet memories come roaring back.
He had no time to dwell on lost memories; he was here to track down his bounty. On his way in he accidentally bumped into a patron who was a good couple of inches taller than him. Cuir barely even felt it.
“Sorry,” mumbled Cuir before entering the bar and immediately pausing upon passing through the door. The man didn’t seem to notice and walked around to the side of the bar.
There was something strange about that guy. What was it? It clicked almost immediately. He was far lighter than anyone his size should have had any right to be. It was strange. A man of that height and muscle mass should have weighed far more than that. Cuir had run into him barely feeling anything at all.
Cuir turned around and walked out the bar, before sniffing the air, trying to see if he could find that man’s scent again. But it was useless. He hadn’t been paying enough attention to the man's scent at the time.
He turned and started to walk off.
(This time moving to Femme Fatale or whatever.)
He had no time to dwell on lost memories; he was here to track down his bounty. On his way in he accidentally bumped into a patron who was a good couple of inches taller than him. Cuir barely even felt it.
“Sorry,” mumbled Cuir before entering the bar and immediately pausing upon passing through the door. The man didn’t seem to notice and walked around to the side of the bar.
There was something strange about that guy. What was it? It clicked almost immediately. He was far lighter than anyone his size should have had any right to be. It was strange. A man of that height and muscle mass should have weighed far more than that. Cuir had run into him barely feeling anything at all.
Cuir turned around and walked out the bar, before sniffing the air, trying to see if he could find that man’s scent again. But it was useless. He hadn’t been paying enough attention to the man's scent at the time.
He turned and started to walk off.
(This time moving to Femme Fatale or whatever.)