1 The Return to the Island [Sero/Inv/Nk] Mon Aug 07, 2017 9:33 am
Rogue
D-rank
The mist was raising over the island, and the waters calm. It seemed that everything, even the air itself was in a state of still. Something was happening today and it seemed that whatever it was could either be big, or the start of something that was so. The old dock hand stood on the end of the pier, his deformed features hit by the rising sun of the early morning. He knew what was happening, or felt something to that effect. He waited patiently, with his weather eye on the horizon. To his eye, something was caught: a bobbing dot in the distance, steadily growing closer. It would seem to be someone traveling towards the island in a small boat, a dinghy. The island rarely got visitors but this boat was familiar, a part of the island since the last time it had come. Something was returning having finished the mission asked of it.
As the boat grew closer to the island, a young man was visible as he rowed with his back facing the dock hand. He wore an ocean blue jacket with a fur-lined hood. The sleeves of this jacket having a pattern like those of reptilian scales. He had navy blue pants on, blue sneakers, and a white tee shirt with a depiction of a blue dragon. The dragon on his tee shirt bore fins and gills, which gave the impression of a water-borne creature instead of an airborne one that fit with the legends of dragons. Upon his head one could see black locks bobbing up and down as he rowed, the short hair reaching the very nape of his neck and stopping as though that's where it was meant to be. When the boat was mere meters from the dock the boy stopped rowing and stood, turning to face the pier. His cobalt eyes gazing wistfully at the shore and the man awaiting his return. To his left hand was a sword bearing a specific mark upon it.
When the boat hit the dock the boy jumped out onto the wooden pier and the dock hand began to tie his boat to the docks to make sure it went nowhere. "He's waiting for you." Is all that was heard. With a nod, the male walked on down the path he'd traveled twice before, his eyes straight forward. Around him he heard the movement in the trees, would see the dog-sized shadows dart across his path every once in a while, but he pressed on. He knew of this island and her inhabitants. His mind only focused on his new task and on returning to the man who would teach him the ways of the strong. He reached the gates and pushed them open with a loud creak, closing them behind him to stare up at his destination: a large worn down manse. Without a second to think, he pushed onward and approached the door, opening it slowly and calmly to close this behind him as well. He approached the familiar throne room he'd seen only once before and it was then that the dragon stopped, some distance away, just barely into the door. He bowed, and got to one knee, showing the sword he'd returned with. He spoke, loud enough for the room to hear his voice, with conviction. "My task is done, Master Sero Osada."
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As the boat grew closer to the island, a young man was visible as he rowed with his back facing the dock hand. He wore an ocean blue jacket with a fur-lined hood. The sleeves of this jacket having a pattern like those of reptilian scales. He had navy blue pants on, blue sneakers, and a white tee shirt with a depiction of a blue dragon. The dragon on his tee shirt bore fins and gills, which gave the impression of a water-borne creature instead of an airborne one that fit with the legends of dragons. Upon his head one could see black locks bobbing up and down as he rowed, the short hair reaching the very nape of his neck and stopping as though that's where it was meant to be. When the boat was mere meters from the dock the boy stopped rowing and stood, turning to face the pier. His cobalt eyes gazing wistfully at the shore and the man awaiting his return. To his left hand was a sword bearing a specific mark upon it.
When the boat hit the dock the boy jumped out onto the wooden pier and the dock hand began to tie his boat to the docks to make sure it went nowhere. "He's waiting for you." Is all that was heard. With a nod, the male walked on down the path he'd traveled twice before, his eyes straight forward. Around him he heard the movement in the trees, would see the dog-sized shadows dart across his path every once in a while, but he pressed on. He knew of this island and her inhabitants. His mind only focused on his new task and on returning to the man who would teach him the ways of the strong. He reached the gates and pushed them open with a loud creak, closing them behind him to stare up at his destination: a large worn down manse. Without a second to think, he pushed onward and approached the door, opening it slowly and calmly to close this behind him as well. He approached the familiar throne room he'd seen only once before and it was then that the dragon stopped, some distance away, just barely into the door. He bowed, and got to one knee, showing the sword he'd returned with. He spoke, loud enough for the room to hear his voice, with conviction. "My task is done, Master Sero Osada."
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