ApollosarcherBlood colored eyes hid from the world behind pale lids. Long, pointed, ears were pressed flat against his head as Vieru stood, completely still. The wind danced around him, his only, let alone constant, companion in this world. Though unseen, as they were covered by his sleeves, his fingers danced along with the wind, changing it's course and causing it to swirl around him. His pale locks were shifted out of the way of his right eye, where they always rested, then quickly settled back down again as the wind moved on. Vieru was like the wind he controlled, constantly on the move, and never with a home of his own.
Vieru was a demon, a so called dark monster. But in reality, demons were just like the other races, some were good, some were bad. But people seemed to have a harder time seeing the good in creatures like him. He was hunted if he even went close to a town or city. More often than not, the injuries he suffered were from the people he saved, and not from the creatures he hunted. Though a demon, Vieru was responsible for many monster deaths out on the fields, even if people refused to see it, he was one of the good ones. He opened his eyes as the wind died down in his area, moving on to a different place.
Of course he had heard about the flyers, even seen one as the wind carried it elsewhere. He had seen the small writing on the bottom, saying that he may have been a descendant of a hero. But how could he, a demon, possibly be? It didn't matter anyway, the meeting place was in a town, he couldn't have gone even if he wanted to. It was just to take care of the dark threat anyway, something he did his part in doing when he hunted monsters. The towns that hated him so much stayed that much safer because of him. If only they knew what he did. But then again, they wouldn't believe him anyway. People were stubborn when it came to things they thought they knew everything about.
A small sigh escaped Vieru's lips. Perhaps one day he could find a place to settle down. But for now, he constantly moved, just like the wind he wielded. It was a tiring, thankless existence that wore on one both physically and mentally. An existence that would probably kill him, sooner than later. Shaking his head, he reminded himself that he had been still for too long and that it was time to move again. Picking a random direction he started to wander, making sure to stay well out of the way of any civilizations as he did.
Vieru was a demon, a so called dark monster. But in reality, demons were just like the other races, some were good, some were bad. But people seemed to have a harder time seeing the good in creatures like him. He was hunted if he even went close to a town or city. More often than not, the injuries he suffered were from the people he saved, and not from the creatures he hunted. Though a demon, Vieru was responsible for many monster deaths out on the fields, even if people refused to see it, he was one of the good ones. He opened his eyes as the wind died down in his area, moving on to a different place.
Of course he had heard about the flyers, even seen one as the wind carried it elsewhere. He had seen the small writing on the bottom, saying that he may have been a descendant of a hero. But how could he, a demon, possibly be? It didn't matter anyway, the meeting place was in a town, he couldn't have gone even if he wanted to. It was just to take care of the dark threat anyway, something he did his part in doing when he hunted monsters. The towns that hated him so much stayed that much safer because of him. If only they knew what he did. But then again, they wouldn't believe him anyway. People were stubborn when it came to things they thought they knew everything about.
A small sigh escaped Vieru's lips. Perhaps one day he could find a place to settle down. But for now, he constantly moved, just like the wind he wielded. It was a tiring, thankless existence that wore on one both physically and mentally. An existence that would probably kill him, sooner than later. Shaking his head, he reminded himself that he had been still for too long and that it was time to move again. Picking a random direction he started to wander, making sure to stay well out of the way of any civilizations as he did.