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"Oh... Lovely. Just lovely."
I looked up with forlorn brown eyes, muttering softly under my breath. Lowering my eyes again to the doors in front of me I sigh, resigning myself to being trapped down here for quite a while. Out of habit, I began to study the double doors that were defying me. At least... I thought that they were doors... They didn't have handles, or any other device to open them with! If not for the small margins between them and the hard-packed earth and stone around them, and for the fact that they were made of wood I wouldn't have realized that they were doors at all.. Okay, so it was obvious they were doors. Just really weird doors.
I couldn't figure out what kind of wood the doors were made of -wood was wood, right? Agh, I'd never bothered to learn things like that other than what pinewood looked like. The wooden planks were pocked and scarred with age and small animal claws, and there were a few faint burn marks on them... wait, burn marks? How on earth...? I moved closer to the doors, studying the marks and reaching out a hand to trace them. The slightly charred wood was rougher on my thumb as I rubbed it against the material than the surrounding wood. Sighing to myself, I brought my forehead to rest on the surface of the portals, the abrasive grain in them scraping against my skin as my hand came to rest beside my head.
"Why am I even thinking about burns on some stupid pieces of wood like they were important? I have to get out of here before I die of starvation or something eats me." Groaning again at my stupidity, I grind the flesh of my forehead against the rough wood, strands of my black hair getting caught on the few jutting splinters surrounding it. It had started out as such an ordinary day, too... Why did I have to drive all the way out to the middle of nowhere and get a flat of all things, then the ground itself betrayed me and disappeared from beneath my feet and got me stuck in this whole mess.
Like I said. Lovely.
Groaning to myself, I let my head land against the wood of the closest door with a thump and grind my forehead against it with frustration. I could feel the rough grain of the material scrape against the skin of my head and catch a few stray strands of my hair, but it didn't matter... At least it distracted me from being disgusted by my ability to get lost in almost every situation.
The sudden sound of dirt and stone scuffing against something startled me, making me whirl towards the noise in surprise. I hardly noticed the drag against my hand as it caught on one of the many strange, ancient-looking paper seals plastered on the crack between the two doors and tore the fragile material. What I saw when I turned was, to say the least, not what I had expected. What was a human doing down here?
...Scratch that. Whatever this guy was, it wasn't human.
The man (and it was a man, that much I could tell!) starred at me with narrowed, impossibly pale blue eyes. Dark brown hair framed his face and oscured one of his eyes, falling in a neat braid down his back. The skin of the guy was a dark ash color I've never seen before, but the strange thing was that the skin on his left shoulder faded to white on the rest of his arm. He was wearing some sort of sleeveless off white tunic trimmed with an umber color, and his pants were.. I can't really say what color they were. Some mix between dark denim blue, black, and grey.
But what really made my eyes pop were his ears.. and his hands. The ears of this guy were pointed like an elves, and I could see a faint dusting of fur on them (and the rest of his skin, when I looked again.). His hands were both tipped in wicked looking claws- not that filed-down nail thing that some people do, but real claws!
"What are you doing here?" The man asked quietly, his voice carrying authority despite the unassuming volume. Jerking my attention from h is hands and back to his face (darn my journalistic obsession with recording details... Bah.), I grinned weakly.
"Um... being lost- hey!" I cried out, startled, when the man grabbed my arm, having closed the distance between us too fast for me to see.
"Why did you tear the seals?" He questioned me, his voice laced with supressed anger this time, though he still spoke softly.
"U-um.. seals? Those paper things?" I asked. I was getting freaked out, and quickly by this guy. First he's all weird to begin with... now he's angry! I hope those slips of paper weren't important. The man only narrowed his eyes again and tightened his grip on my arm.
I really hope those slips of paper weren't important.
Deusi · Wed Mar 09, 2005 @ 09:43pm · 0 Comments |
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