Belias, being true to form, was currently staring down a large man, with Belias being in his own human form, the thick, ugly scar running down one side of his face, his brow furrowed heavily, his hand in where the ring finger was missing clenching and unclenching slowly. The other man then blinked an Belias whooped in victory. "Angry chicken! I am the champion!" The man slowly grinned. "You're a master, Belias. I couldn't match you, you've been a mercenary for how long?" Beli laughed, grinning widely. "Two and a half years, and now retired like the old bastard I am!" The other man laughed, throwing an arm around Beli's broad shoulders. Belias stood in clothes that were very unlike him. Board shorts and an open button-up cotton shirt, and he nudged the other male away, his bare feet sinking lightly into the sand as he began to walk away, waving over his shoulder to his old friend, inhaling the scent of the sea, smiling to himself.
Truthfully, he wasn't just there to annoy the locals, which was what he seemed to be doing, with the amount of sideways glances he god, but he was in fact meeting Zari. He sighed lightly at the thought of her, placing his hands in his pockets as he continued to walk.
Truthfully, he wasn't just there to annoy the locals, which was what he seemed to be doing, with the amount of sideways glances he god, but he was in fact meeting Zari. He sighed lightly at the thought of her, placing his hands in his pockets as he continued to walk.