Thick morning mist filtered through the run-down old church. Occasionally the light of the rising sun would catch it, between buildings, trees and structures and the subsequent effect was quite eerie and serene.
All this, however was ignored by the lone and solitary figure that leant against the exterior with a casual air. The figure was a man of average height, bearing short scruffy hair, a thick denim jacket and trousers to counter the morning chill. What was perhaps strange about the figure was that, he bore wings. Not the usual feathery, white angel wings rather they were a light lavender colour, and a darker purple tainting the tips of each feather and they seemed to rustle with a noise similar to leaves rustling when the man moved them.
Not that he moved too much, thoughts were plaguing his mind at this point.
The figure broke it's quiet still and reached up to rub his eyes. Art wasn't tired, nor stressed, he just wanted to will these doubts from his mind. He'd been chasing and entertaining these insecurities for quite some time - as an aftermath of an encounter with a more experienced enemy that had completely caught him off guard. Art was a man who had previously prided himself on his strength and this loss had been a blow to his confidence and his tolerance levels.
Suddenly restless, Art stuck his his hands into the pockets and started walking. Maybe a few laps of this place would help ease his mind.
(Did I fail~? =| I was a little lost about what to writeee~)
All this, however was ignored by the lone and solitary figure that leant against the exterior with a casual air. The figure was a man of average height, bearing short scruffy hair, a thick denim jacket and trousers to counter the morning chill. What was perhaps strange about the figure was that, he bore wings. Not the usual feathery, white angel wings rather they were a light lavender colour, and a darker purple tainting the tips of each feather and they seemed to rustle with a noise similar to leaves rustling when the man moved them.
Not that he moved too much, thoughts were plaguing his mind at this point.
The figure broke it's quiet still and reached up to rub his eyes. Art wasn't tired, nor stressed, he just wanted to will these doubts from his mind. He'd been chasing and entertaining these insecurities for quite some time - as an aftermath of an encounter with a more experienced enemy that had completely caught him off guard. Art was a man who had previously prided himself on his strength and this loss had been a blow to his confidence and his tolerance levels.
Suddenly restless, Art stuck his his hands into the pockets and started walking. Maybe a few laps of this place would help ease his mind.
(Did I fail~? =| I was a little lost about what to writeee~)