Abel huffed as he reached the top of the hill, calloused hands leaning heavily on the wood walking stick he carried with him. Strong, tan arms and legs tensed and relaxed and tingled with the after effects of strenuous work; he'd managed to walk halfway across a country. He'd bested a rough mountain pass, a small strip of beating hot desert, and cut his way through thick woods -- he did all of this and fought any monster that stood in his way, too. Which, honestly, he rather despised. Abel loved monsters -- he loved all creatures. But sometimes when a monster with a sinful heart is looking for a meal, a man has to do what a man has to do. The deep pinkish-white scars across his shoulders and back and calves and everywhere, really, was proof of that.
A loose white cloth shirt, soiled with sweat and dirt and spots of dried brown blood, whipped around his torso in the heavy breeze atop the hill, a purple cloth tied around his waist to keep it down. Brown cloth pants whipped around as well on his legs, also being loose, him having obtained them for desert travel. A hand was run through greasy yet fluffy brown hair as he squinted down at the valley town, leaving it sticking up oddly in a way his mother had always found endearing when he was small. His lips were slightly parted in shock, breathless puffs of air leaving him as he admired the metropolis. So busy, so expansive; an awe-striking sight in a country boy's eyes.
Abel quickly got over this enamored wonder when his light brown eyes flickered up to the sun traveling down across the sky; he sighed deeply and continued his tireless walking, soon reaching the entry way into the town's public marketplace.
And he was immediately hopelessly lost.
A loose white cloth shirt, soiled with sweat and dirt and spots of dried brown blood, whipped around his torso in the heavy breeze atop the hill, a purple cloth tied around his waist to keep it down. Brown cloth pants whipped around as well on his legs, also being loose, him having obtained them for desert travel. A hand was run through greasy yet fluffy brown hair as he squinted down at the valley town, leaving it sticking up oddly in a way his mother had always found endearing when he was small. His lips were slightly parted in shock, breathless puffs of air leaving him as he admired the metropolis. So busy, so expansive; an awe-striking sight in a country boy's eyes.
Abel quickly got over this enamored wonder when his light brown eyes flickered up to the sun traveling down across the sky; he sighed deeply and continued his tireless walking, soon reaching the entry way into the town's public marketplace.
And he was immediately hopelessly lost.