Flowers and Romance {Nocta}
Mar 20, 2014 6:19:49 GMT -5
Post by Rueke "Susurrus" Fedgyr on Mar 20, 2014 6:19:49 GMT -5
Grass tickled at his ankles as the deathly pale man walked across the flower fields - that was, it he could be considered a man at all. His humanity had first been diluted, and then taken over - he supposed that there was a word for what he was, precisely, but he did not know it.
Despite having come from the swamps, his attire was flawless. Not a fleck of mud tainted his leather shoes, nor the fancy, three-piece suit tailored specifically to fit his form. One of the many advantages of being undead was being able to float over annoying and messy obstacles such as the muddy waters that surrounded the flower fields. He had to admit, it was quite a spectacular place. The beautiful flowers contrasted wonderfully with the shambling, bloodthirsty infected that roamed the grassy plains.
He strolled leisurely towards his destination amongst the delicate blossoms of colour, swaying slightly in the gentle breeze. The shack stood at the edge of a crystal clear pool of water. The clouds danced over the pond, images reflected perfectly on the mirror-like surface. The shack itself was nothing particularly impressive - it was an old fishing shed, constructed from boards of wood that had warped and shrunk with age.
He wasn't entirely sure what the plan was here - he only knew what Nocta had told him, which hadn't been much. Just where to meet, and when, actually. A quick glance at the sleek, black watch around his wrist confirmed that he was on time. Now, it was a matter of waiting. He was sure, however, that he would not be keep waiting long; even if he was, he knew that it would be worth it. Nocta always managed to dream up the most delightful surprises, after all.
Despite having come from the swamps, his attire was flawless. Not a fleck of mud tainted his leather shoes, nor the fancy, three-piece suit tailored specifically to fit his form. One of the many advantages of being undead was being able to float over annoying and messy obstacles such as the muddy waters that surrounded the flower fields. He had to admit, it was quite a spectacular place. The beautiful flowers contrasted wonderfully with the shambling, bloodthirsty infected that roamed the grassy plains.
He strolled leisurely towards his destination amongst the delicate blossoms of colour, swaying slightly in the gentle breeze. The shack stood at the edge of a crystal clear pool of water. The clouds danced over the pond, images reflected perfectly on the mirror-like surface. The shack itself was nothing particularly impressive - it was an old fishing shed, constructed from boards of wood that had warped and shrunk with age.
He wasn't entirely sure what the plan was here - he only knew what Nocta had told him, which hadn't been much. Just where to meet, and when, actually. A quick glance at the sleek, black watch around his wrist confirmed that he was on time. Now, it was a matter of waiting. He was sure, however, that he would not be keep waiting long; even if he was, he knew that it would be worth it. Nocta always managed to dream up the most delightful surprises, after all.