Post by Nox on Sept 20, 2016 19:18:58 GMT
It was in the mildly chilly forest that Nox wandered. Leaves didn't crunch under her light, careful footsteps because she took great care not to make noise. It was in her nature to be a silent shadow, to stay away from the light as much as possible. Was it in her nature to be as bitter as she was at the world around her, at her existence? Nox thought to herself, absentmindedly fiddling with her goggles. But then, her attention found itself stuck to the Earth trees... They lost their leaves every year, and regrew anew. It was a phenomena that, even over centuries, she admired, awed. A flurry of hand-shaped maple leaves, of heart-shaped and ovate leaves flew around her. Nox's brows furrowed, and a grunt of annoyance forced its way past her lips when one of the multi-coloured leaves got stuck in her hair.
"You're kidding me, right?" she thought to herself, gritting her teeth with annoyance as she plucked the stray leaf from her ink-black hair.
She walked around, studying the lifeforms she had studied over and over again. It was almost routine. Nox walked at day, explored the forest, the spare caves around her, poofed the occasional monster or two, sparred by herself until night. Then she would walk out, and strip her goggles away, and be free. Night was when she was adventurous and liberated. It was usually the only time she would stray ever so close to Beach City, drunk off the lust for adventure.
The wanderer usually took great care to stay away from that Beach City since it's founding. She took great care to stay away from any villages that came and went in the times of the ancient humans. Centuries of avoidance of both human and gem kind made her reserved. She abandoned all the grievances that pleasantries offered to her, and simply focused on herself for a change.
That, however, would change in due time.
"You're kidding me, right?" she thought to herself, gritting her teeth with annoyance as she plucked the stray leaf from her ink-black hair.
She walked around, studying the lifeforms she had studied over and over again. It was almost routine. Nox walked at day, explored the forest, the spare caves around her, poofed the occasional monster or two, sparred by herself until night. Then she would walk out, and strip her goggles away, and be free. Night was when she was adventurous and liberated. It was usually the only time she would stray ever so close to Beach City, drunk off the lust for adventure.
The wanderer usually took great care to stay away from that Beach City since it's founding. She took great care to stay away from any villages that came and went in the times of the ancient humans. Centuries of avoidance of both human and gem kind made her reserved. She abandoned all the grievances that pleasantries offered to her, and simply focused on herself for a change.
That, however, would change in due time.