Post by Mint on Jan 25, 2010 19:33:23 GMT -8
Pretty raindrops fall from the sky. The light glimmering off of the rain creates a rainbow. Rainbows are pretty to behold. Other pretty things in life was blood. Blood usually came from death. Death often came from murder. Murder is another form of assassination. Assassination was a fun pass time. Pass times range from murderous deeds to watching the rain fall from the sky.
The thoughts circled round and round inside the mind of the Fae. Mint was rather complex. He doesn’t truly understand the world in ways others do. A faint smile on his lips. Much to his dismay he still couldn’t help the fact that he was quite girlie looking. No matter, he was not to be trifled with this pain. It did help with getting blood though.
Mint’s elbows rested on the windowsill, his hands cupped and holding up his chin. A hazy look on his face as he watched the rain. The cycle in his mind forming over and over again. A slow sigh escaped from the thought driven Fae. What was he to do on a day like this. If he went to the bar or tavern it would mean more torture about his gender issue, if he stayed here the thought cycle would continue on and on again, or he could go for a walk in the rain. The last idea was appealing to him, but what would he do on his walk was now the question. He closed his eyes now completely enveloped in his thought cycle. Sun set would come soon, the day would have been wasted if he remained at the sill and watched the sun go away.
Mint pushed himself away and opened his eyes. Finally deciding on what to do. He grabbed a black cloak to wear out in the rain. It would conceal himself completely, besides his nose and mouth. He brushed the silky hair from his face and walked into the rain. It dripped down on his figure ever so gracefully causing him to smile without reason. Rain truly was one of the most amazing things. Those with power over the weather just needed to leave it be. He admired the rain as his dripped down his smooth chin and across his lips. Attempting to be undercover in a place where he did not belong was rather hard. Mortals didn’t appreciate the rain, no one ever cared about the way it fell to the world or how it was so magnificent. A few seemed to look at him funny, probably wondering what the heck he was doing, and most likely wondering if he was a female or not. Typical for their small brains and short lives.
Licking the water from his lips Mint proceeded in his joyous walk. The sun had now set and the moon now rising. Each drop that landed was so amusing, the noise, the way the raindrop would slash after impact, the ripples of puddles, the way light bounced off of rain, and the size of each drop. Mint’s purple eyes took in the scene as he stepped forth across the street. The fresh scent of the pure rain made everything so much cleaner. It covered the mortal scent of the place. Passing a house he heard the rain fall on the roof, the sound pure.
The tavern stood ahead, odd he hadn’t planned on coming across it on his walk. Well there were quite a few for this mortal city. His hands went to his chakrams, a low hiss. That place really freaked him out, well maybe because of foolish drunk mortals. All of those creepers. He understood their dislike for close contact, and often felt the same but this place wasn’t the forest. The forest was warm and comforting, like a hug from a dear friend.
Mint hissed and turned, memories. He thought he had gotten rid of them. Too many had he killed, no, he couldn’t blame himself. It was just business. Business, yeah. Reassuring himself as he stalked off again. Exhaling he calmed his tensity, relaxing a bit and distracting himself with rain again. A calm sense ran over him as he watched the rain again, it was getting lighter. Sad, perhaps he should return to his room. He’d rather not actually get caught in the street when the drunks were thrown out.
Currently the situation Mint was in was only because he was waiting for someone. The employer, whom was running late, needed to get here soon so that Mint could leave this horrid place. Rather pissed off by this he was sort of thinking it would be nice to murder his employer. Well, probably not wise but he was pissed.
Was that a tear on his face? Mint rubbed the side of his face, no, it was from the rain. It had to be. Why would he even bother crying? A sad memory was nothing to consider worth crying over, right? His mind hazed Mint shook his head. Emotions were a horrid weakness. Just ignore them. He needed to feel smooth blood again, that would solve this.
Mint twirled in a circle just to take his mind off things. Glee replaced the thoughts, a smirk formed on his delicate lips. Back to the room then.......
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The world could be so colorful at times. It was fascinating too watch the way people acted. The way a woman would sweep her hair to warn someone she was around or flirting. Or the way a man would bow to a pretty woman but shoo away the not so fortunate. Through the dark purple eyes of the muse everything was so intriguing. The actions of those to the mere appearance was of much interest. After all, Mint could hardly enter a tavern without turning heads. Not his fault, it was natural. Getting used to it was the problem. Normality of humans seemed to rub off so easily with everyone they come in contact with. Mint easily slipped into towns, fitting in was somewhat easy. People passed him off as a shifter usually. A main problem often dealt with was his choice of clothing. Many chose to give him a quire look, after all he wasn’t quite right. The muse often pushed that aside, an honest mistake was what most pleaded. Those who pursued his gender issues were whom were so much fun to feel their blood. Oh sweet blood and it’s metallic taste. Running down his chin or creating a slippery glove on his hand. Sometimes thick others thin, smooth or not. Such a lovely thing it was, the color often intriguing itself the different colors that various species had. The pests who run the wall often had a blotchy red blood. Sweet but having a bit of tang mixed with the metal taste. Mouth filling with the succulent liquid was quite an experience. One that could start a habit that could never be broken.
Shaken from his state of thought Mint blinked his mouth was now dry. Cursing he stood and paced, even thinking about blood made it even harder to keep from assassinating anyone for a long time. Arms crossed and hand tucked under them Mint breathed calmly. The thirst only blood could cure, a wretched curse to have. A nervous shaking came in waves across his whole body.
Uncrossed his arms Mint flung his hand aside and grabbed a small knife from his pocket. Drawing back the sleeves of his shirt before lifting it to his other arm to make a small gash on the underside of his arm. Placing the knife back into it’s place Mint bit the intentionally made wound. His own blood filling his mouth, a taste he was well familiar with. The cut made his head spin slightly but then it cleared, the pain awakening things. His own blood on his lips. Mint’s nervous shaking ceased as did the longing for blood to come crashing down on him.
Placing himself in a chair nearby Mint rolled down the shirt sleeves back over the various scars. A shiver ran down his back as the shirt rolled over the marks. Memories, yet again.
After minutes of eyes closed and calm breathing Mint pushed himself from the chair again. Air, cool air, that would simmer him down. The window swung open. Winter air blew in and ruffled his hair. The wind’s cool touch was welcomed greatly by the assassin. A calming effect washed away the shaky feeling. A tiring sensation swept over Mint. Soon enough he drifted off at the windowsill.
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Waking to the sound of wind that rustled past his ear Mint yawned lightly. Glancing around he closed the window, it had gotten rather cold with the window open. Dark purple eyes surveyed the room before he stood. Stepping to the fireplace he lit a flame. The warmth would take awhile to spread through the room.
The sun had managed to set and rise again while he had drifted off. Such a waste of time to just sit in this room and wait for that silly employer to hurry himself.
The thoughts circled round and round inside the mind of the Fae. Mint was rather complex. He doesn’t truly understand the world in ways others do. A faint smile on his lips. Much to his dismay he still couldn’t help the fact that he was quite girlie looking. No matter, he was not to be trifled with this pain. It did help with getting blood though.
Mint’s elbows rested on the windowsill, his hands cupped and holding up his chin. A hazy look on his face as he watched the rain. The cycle in his mind forming over and over again. A slow sigh escaped from the thought driven Fae. What was he to do on a day like this. If he went to the bar or tavern it would mean more torture about his gender issue, if he stayed here the thought cycle would continue on and on again, or he could go for a walk in the rain. The last idea was appealing to him, but what would he do on his walk was now the question. He closed his eyes now completely enveloped in his thought cycle. Sun set would come soon, the day would have been wasted if he remained at the sill and watched the sun go away.
Mint pushed himself away and opened his eyes. Finally deciding on what to do. He grabbed a black cloak to wear out in the rain. It would conceal himself completely, besides his nose and mouth. He brushed the silky hair from his face and walked into the rain. It dripped down on his figure ever so gracefully causing him to smile without reason. Rain truly was one of the most amazing things. Those with power over the weather just needed to leave it be. He admired the rain as his dripped down his smooth chin and across his lips. Attempting to be undercover in a place where he did not belong was rather hard. Mortals didn’t appreciate the rain, no one ever cared about the way it fell to the world or how it was so magnificent. A few seemed to look at him funny, probably wondering what the heck he was doing, and most likely wondering if he was a female or not. Typical for their small brains and short lives.
Licking the water from his lips Mint proceeded in his joyous walk. The sun had now set and the moon now rising. Each drop that landed was so amusing, the noise, the way the raindrop would slash after impact, the ripples of puddles, the way light bounced off of rain, and the size of each drop. Mint’s purple eyes took in the scene as he stepped forth across the street. The fresh scent of the pure rain made everything so much cleaner. It covered the mortal scent of the place. Passing a house he heard the rain fall on the roof, the sound pure.
The tavern stood ahead, odd he hadn’t planned on coming across it on his walk. Well there were quite a few for this mortal city. His hands went to his chakrams, a low hiss. That place really freaked him out, well maybe because of foolish drunk mortals. All of those creepers. He understood their dislike for close contact, and often felt the same but this place wasn’t the forest. The forest was warm and comforting, like a hug from a dear friend.
Mint hissed and turned, memories. He thought he had gotten rid of them. Too many had he killed, no, he couldn’t blame himself. It was just business. Business, yeah. Reassuring himself as he stalked off again. Exhaling he calmed his tensity, relaxing a bit and distracting himself with rain again. A calm sense ran over him as he watched the rain again, it was getting lighter. Sad, perhaps he should return to his room. He’d rather not actually get caught in the street when the drunks were thrown out.
Currently the situation Mint was in was only because he was waiting for someone. The employer, whom was running late, needed to get here soon so that Mint could leave this horrid place. Rather pissed off by this he was sort of thinking it would be nice to murder his employer. Well, probably not wise but he was pissed.
Was that a tear on his face? Mint rubbed the side of his face, no, it was from the rain. It had to be. Why would he even bother crying? A sad memory was nothing to consider worth crying over, right? His mind hazed Mint shook his head. Emotions were a horrid weakness. Just ignore them. He needed to feel smooth blood again, that would solve this.
Mint twirled in a circle just to take his mind off things. Glee replaced the thoughts, a smirk formed on his delicate lips. Back to the room then.......
------
The world could be so colorful at times. It was fascinating too watch the way people acted. The way a woman would sweep her hair to warn someone she was around or flirting. Or the way a man would bow to a pretty woman but shoo away the not so fortunate. Through the dark purple eyes of the muse everything was so intriguing. The actions of those to the mere appearance was of much interest. After all, Mint could hardly enter a tavern without turning heads. Not his fault, it was natural. Getting used to it was the problem. Normality of humans seemed to rub off so easily with everyone they come in contact with. Mint easily slipped into towns, fitting in was somewhat easy. People passed him off as a shifter usually. A main problem often dealt with was his choice of clothing. Many chose to give him a quire look, after all he wasn’t quite right. The muse often pushed that aside, an honest mistake was what most pleaded. Those who pursued his gender issues were whom were so much fun to feel their blood. Oh sweet blood and it’s metallic taste. Running down his chin or creating a slippery glove on his hand. Sometimes thick others thin, smooth or not. Such a lovely thing it was, the color often intriguing itself the different colors that various species had. The pests who run the wall often had a blotchy red blood. Sweet but having a bit of tang mixed with the metal taste. Mouth filling with the succulent liquid was quite an experience. One that could start a habit that could never be broken.
Shaken from his state of thought Mint blinked his mouth was now dry. Cursing he stood and paced, even thinking about blood made it even harder to keep from assassinating anyone for a long time. Arms crossed and hand tucked under them Mint breathed calmly. The thirst only blood could cure, a wretched curse to have. A nervous shaking came in waves across his whole body.
Uncrossed his arms Mint flung his hand aside and grabbed a small knife from his pocket. Drawing back the sleeves of his shirt before lifting it to his other arm to make a small gash on the underside of his arm. Placing the knife back into it’s place Mint bit the intentionally made wound. His own blood filling his mouth, a taste he was well familiar with. The cut made his head spin slightly but then it cleared, the pain awakening things. His own blood on his lips. Mint’s nervous shaking ceased as did the longing for blood to come crashing down on him.
Placing himself in a chair nearby Mint rolled down the shirt sleeves back over the various scars. A shiver ran down his back as the shirt rolled over the marks. Memories, yet again.
After minutes of eyes closed and calm breathing Mint pushed himself from the chair again. Air, cool air, that would simmer him down. The window swung open. Winter air blew in and ruffled his hair. The wind’s cool touch was welcomed greatly by the assassin. A calming effect washed away the shaky feeling. A tiring sensation swept over Mint. Soon enough he drifted off at the windowsill.
-----
Waking to the sound of wind that rustled past his ear Mint yawned lightly. Glancing around he closed the window, it had gotten rather cold with the window open. Dark purple eyes surveyed the room before he stood. Stepping to the fireplace he lit a flame. The warmth would take awhile to spread through the room.
The sun had managed to set and rise again while he had drifted off. Such a waste of time to just sit in this room and wait for that silly employer to hurry himself.