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    Just a Country Boy

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    Arro
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    Just a Country Boy

    Post by Arro on Sun Oct 28, 2012 2:18 am

    Time: Noonish
    Date: 10/21/12

    Arro had never been in an edam city. At least not like this, freely walking its streets with people streaming around him. He'd been in small towns, villages, seen caravans, and even seen the roaming wheel. But all his experiences of actually being in a real torl were marred by either being shackled in a wagon, and having to resort to peaking through the holes, or being trapped elsewhere within the settlement's steel bars and stone walls. He had seen a few from above, but he imagined since they were being sacked or burned in chaos at the time it didn't count. Even if they had, they still weren't built like this. The technology to build such towers of steel and glass had been lost long ago. He'd walked through the ruins of these cities when they were decayed and consumed by trees and grass, but it was an almost alien experience to walk through the human streets as they had been, so many thousands of years ago.

    Flying was so effortless here too. The proximity of neighboring monoliths created billowing winds and powerful updrafts at the higher elevations. But he wanted to view the city as it's people did, as someone who belonged here could. Even if it did earn him a kaleidoscope of reactions, varying from gawking awkward looks, panicked adults and squealing children. Sometimes he was surprised by who seemed to care and who didn't. Most kids for instance loved him, the littler ones shied away but the ones old enough to climb and jump and not care what their parents said would run up to him on occasion. It was really different from home, where the state of things demanded a shoot first ask questions later attitude. One boy even went so far as to grab his forearm (it was all he could reach) and call him "doggy". That elicited shrieks from the parents and got Arro to quicken his pace less some other kid tried giving his folks a heart attack. Add mollified on top of that testament to bewilderment he was currently metamorphosing into and you had a pretty good picture of Arro strolling down the sunny shopping street.
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    Arro
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    Posts : 754
    Join date : 2009-05-07
    Location : Ghosting
    Level : 52

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    Re: Just a Country Boy

    Post by Arro on Fri Nov 16, 2012 3:14 am

    A few hours later and Arro had grown weary of walking through hordes of people, parting before him like the red sea at his approach. He felt like a plague. It was better when he was small and running around the village at Maud's heels. No room for such mischief in a place like this. No way to pass by unnoticed. No Maud either. So when his eyes met an alley he turned the corner, away from the shoppers, cars and daylight sounds. Cement felt odd underfoot, always cold and covered with gum, bird excrement and other leavings that never seemed to wash away in the rain. He saw people spitting onto it sometimes too, and afterwards he'd taken to walking on his wing-knuckles rather than his hands. Now he sought to finding a puddle, one happily lay in a shallow depression amid the back doors to several stores. He had gotten dried gum stuck to a talon and quickly sat to scraping and washing it off. Yuck.

    After this he moved to the rooftops, it would be easier going up here in the fresh air. And he could see much more of the city. But he had enjoyed looking into to all the store windows on the street. So many kinds of everything, a million strange appliances, articles of clothing, bobbles, utilities, toys, books, films, food, electronics, just endless walls of stuff. Most of it, to him, looked useless, but a marvel nonetheless for the sheer amount of variety the city held. It made him wonder though, with everything anyone could need right here in the city, did anyone ever leave? Did these people know of the woods, trees, mountains, just outside their doors?

    Looking now across the rooftops and into the horizon, spotted with towers of cement and glass, he imagined not many did. But some must.

    "Draug mekast, arxurm mekast, sulyiiel vurvox fa va".

    He set to walking, and began to sing a little as he trotted along. His voice was a contradiction, simultaneously rough and dulcet. A sound belonging to the wilderness, that did not mesh well with the bedlam of car alarms, barking dogs, chiming bells and chattering folk that formed the beat of the city.

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