Post by Razvan on Feb 23, 2015 12:28:53 GMT -8
The streets were covered in snow. The buildings were as well, but the fine coating upon them was pristine while the coating on the streets and walkways was mucked up by dirt and heavy,clumsy footfalls. On one building there were gargoyles, neat hunched figures that watched the city and did nothing. One was no gargoyle however, but the herald of Rhaego. He was covered in just as much snow as his winged companions. This to Razvan, was a perfect symbol of what he saw in the world now, and particularly in this city. There were either people ruining nature, or sitting around, -letting- it be ruined. He was not a useless figure or a city resident though, he was nature's wrath and he broke free of his wintery prison, spreading his wings to shake off the fine coating. Spreading them wide he descended from the ledge and dropped down onto an awning overlooking the street, shaking the snow off around him.
Some time ago, now nearly two months, he was struck by a Mack truck which put him out of commision for weeks so today, he was looking to pick one or two off. There was a subtle hint of his encounter now on his person, leather armor cover the length of his right arm. It had been made from leather of a beast that died of natural causes and constructed by a leatherworker who served Rhaego to insure nothing unnatural was put into it. The meticulous requirements for armor were so ridiculously concise it was no wonder he hadn't bothered until now, but the leather was gorgeous, cut to resemble wood and protect his all important drawing arm. He had somehow succeeded in becoming more of a threat.
Some time ago, now nearly two months, he was struck by a Mack truck which put him out of commision for weeks so today, he was looking to pick one or two off. There was a subtle hint of his encounter now on his person, leather armor cover the length of his right arm. It had been made from leather of a beast that died of natural causes and constructed by a leatherworker who served Rhaego to insure nothing unnatural was put into it. The meticulous requirements for armor were so ridiculously concise it was no wonder he hadn't bothered until now, but the leather was gorgeous, cut to resemble wood and protect his all important drawing arm. He had somehow succeeded in becoming more of a threat.