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Kry
Hero Complex
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05-29-2017, 01:36 AM
The sky seemed angry, rain was already falling and the clouds were only growing darker by the minute. The rain had soaked through the little bit of clothing he wore without much effort, his clothing wasn't exactly ideal for this type of weather at all. His feet were covered by soft slippers that clearly were not designed for outdoor traveling. They were ornate and delicate looking, instead of wearing pants, he wore a silken cloth that could most aptly be described as a harem type skirt. It was barely little more than a pair of panties with long skirt like cloth hanging down the sides and draping elegantly along the back. It covered all the important bits and still managed to leave some things to the imagination. The only thing holding this bit of cloth in place was the thin string that came together from front and back to tie at his hips.
The young man's top was little more than a triangle of see through cloth. It only covered his front, with strings that tied around the back of his neck and strings that tied around his back to hold it into place. The top left nothing to the imagination, as it was see through. Golden rings attached the bottom corners of the top to the skirt like part of his bottom. Solid gold bands adorned both his upper arms, and both his upper thighs. A golden necklace rested around his throat, with several gems inlaid in it, rubies and a sapphire in the center. The young man moved as quickly as he could, not on the road, but not too far from it. When his crystalline blue eyes landed on the Inn, he altered his course to take him there.
He needed shelter from the storm, he wouldn't survive long out here on his own regardless but the storm made his chances of survival even smaller. Finally his feet brought him to the door, he lifted both hands to push the door open gently. His wrists both encircled with solid gold bands that were linked together with golden links. His heart pounded hard in his chest, fear and uncertainty seemed to radiate from his form in palpable waves. Hesitantly he stepped into the building, water running down his silver hair and dripping onto the floor. This young man couldn't have been older than 18 or so, and he stood there like a frightened rabbit.
Somewhere in the distance lightning flashed, the storm was edging ever closer.
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