A shadowed figure moved through the glade, footsteps practically silent against the moss and underbrush. Songbirds hushed as the man walked past and the various squirrels and chipmunks seemed to make extra effort to avoid crossing paths with him. It was as if the man exerted some type of aura that told the cheery nature of the glade to keep its distance from him.
Tricorn hat hid the color of his hair while a dark cloth obscured his mouth and most of his face. Only the man's eyes, one an emerald green, the other a pale blue like chipped ice remained visible. Despite the sunshine twinkling down onto the land the figure seemed heavily dressed. A leather vest over a white shirt, buckled in the front by three brass buckles, a heavy coat made of a dark grey material, reached down to slightly before his ankles. A black short cape was then draped again over his shoulders. His pants were dark black riding leathers then ended with weathered brown boots that came to his knees. The man only wore one glove, over his left hand, while where is right should have been now sat a metallic fascimile of a hand. It had been enchanted and thus acted like a regular hand would, though people typically seemed unnerved at the marriage of metal and flesh, claiming it unnatural. That served him well, he wanted people to feel unsettled in his presence, wanted them to squirm and be uncomfortable.
He made his way over to the pool and knelt beside it, drawing back the covering from his mouth so that he could take a drink from the cool water. As he stood up he heard the rustling of branches and quickly covered his face, he detached GodEater from his belt and let the heavy spiked ball fall to the soft earth with a thud. He scanned the tree line and when he thought he new what direction the sounds had come from he flung the ball and chain towards it. GodEater thudded against the ground several meters away and the air around it became super heated as a small eruption burst forth from the metal, tossing earth and debris about. " I don't like being snuck up on, next time I aim for your head." the man said through his cloth. He twitched his wrist slightly and the ball portion of GodEater flew back towards its master.
Tricorn hat hid the color of his hair while a dark cloth obscured his mouth and most of his face. Only the man's eyes, one an emerald green, the other a pale blue like chipped ice remained visible. Despite the sunshine twinkling down onto the land the figure seemed heavily dressed. A leather vest over a white shirt, buckled in the front by three brass buckles, a heavy coat made of a dark grey material, reached down to slightly before his ankles. A black short cape was then draped again over his shoulders. His pants were dark black riding leathers then ended with weathered brown boots that came to his knees. The man only wore one glove, over his left hand, while where is right should have been now sat a metallic fascimile of a hand. It had been enchanted and thus acted like a regular hand would, though people typically seemed unnerved at the marriage of metal and flesh, claiming it unnatural. That served him well, he wanted people to feel unsettled in his presence, wanted them to squirm and be uncomfortable.
He made his way over to the pool and knelt beside it, drawing back the covering from his mouth so that he could take a drink from the cool water. As he stood up he heard the rustling of branches and quickly covered his face, he detached GodEater from his belt and let the heavy spiked ball fall to the soft earth with a thud. He scanned the tree line and when he thought he new what direction the sounds had come from he flung the ball and chain towards it. GodEater thudded against the ground several meters away and the air around it became super heated as a small eruption burst forth from the metal, tossing earth and debris about. " I don't like being snuck up on, next time I aim for your head." the man said through his cloth. He twitched his wrist slightly and the ball portion of GodEater flew back towards its master.
