06-29-2014, 04:06 PM
Figured. This world centred around the things you call 'money'. At least, that's how you usually call those seemingly meaningless coins and paper. There are other humans calling it differently, as Coren had found out while wandering aimlessly through city to city without knowing what exactly to do. Mostly ill-mannered men with a bad breath, monstrous ugly face and potbelly used the other words to refer to the same thing such as dough, loot, kale, cheeze, mazuma, scratch, moola, bucks, juice, cabbage and other things. Honestly, human were peculiar... or downright indecisive and odd. Why make everything so difficult?
Coren detested humans, and the money they use. 'A medium that can be exchanged for goods and services', was it, the definition? The hazel haired guy closed his eyes, tried to think back to the things he had read in that one book, but it mattered not how long he thought back to it: Coren didn't remember well or perhaps wasn't willing to? What he knew for sure it though, that he was kicked out of a restaurant because he lacked that medium. And truly, it irritated him without letting it displayed on his incessantly dreamy, almost bored face.
So, there he was: Laying on the cold ground with his dirty black shirt which originally was suppose to be white and gazed up to the night time sky. He didn't have a particular desire to stand up; or more precisely he had no strength to. All the walk from one place to another surely tired him out, not to mention that he had no decent meal since yesterday. He was lucky to have found that one coin on the ground which he then used to buy a simply bread. He spoke words of gratitude to the one losing it before picking it up, of course, thanking them for being stupid and careless. Plus he learnt something new: Stupid ness and carelessness could safe lives!
He wondered why he was even trying to survive. He had no family. No objective. He simply had no reason to live. No one accepted him, no one knew of his real self; why was he even trying hard? Suddenly, as if a reminder, his stomach growled, begging for attention. Oh right. Coren finally came to a conclusion. If I have no reason to live, I am just going to make one. That night, he found his purpose for what's worth to keep on living: Eating delicious food. Needless to say that he was a quite simple character.
Then that purple haired woman came. Like an angel, she approached him. Whether out of curiosity or simple concern, Coren didn't know. What Coren believed in though, that really now, she was an angel; a beautiful purple haired angel. She was the one who gave him those delicious breads while mistaking him as a human. Because as Coren asked why she was helping him, she only told him that she loved humans and gladly helped. How could Coren have told her that she helped a werewolf instead? No he could not. Therefore only some sort of gratitude escaped his lips.
That was what happened yesterday.
To satisfy Coren's curiosity, he followed the girl. No heck, he wasn't a stalker; he was just... interested in her, yeah, that probably is how it was! And as Coren didn't have the guts to straight approach her, he just followed her in the shadows. Without a sound and within a safe distance; yeah you could even say he was born to stalk-- no, to follow people. He wondered what the girl was doing and where she was going. She was also alone it seemed, just like him, and her energetic side kind of drawn Coren to her, considering that he was the whole opposite. He wanted to talk to her, to get to know her, sure; but those feelings were foreign to Coren. Therefore he kept following her without making her notice of his presence... at least, until that unfortunate gaffe.
Coren tripped. Making noise. Right behind her.
Never Coren knew that a day would come where the foul language of humans blurted out of his mouth. But it was exactly the case now, where he couldn't help and swore: "Crap."
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