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Meti's new skit. At Peace in Moonlight


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Please comment, rate, critisize, or whatev' you do after you read this scene skit.

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At Peace in Moonlight.

At Peace in Moonlight.

 

Moonlight, such a pleasure, such a peace, casted delightfully over the small town. Creating a mystical and musical tone of silence with the streets empty and the shops and many apartment windows lightless. The small of roses from the Mayor's gardens, the chocolate swirvings of the soft coffee in the Tea Shop, the delightful freshness from the glazing and lustrious lake. The only sound came from the creakings of occiasional window panes swinging calmly in the light cold breeze that flowed through the many gaps between the buildings, as well as the footsteps of a man in dark, silky clothing. Skin tight and blackened was his top, sleeveless as to reveal the many and conitueing tribal tattoos that ran down his entire skinny right arm. His tight, yet still pretty baggy black jeans covered from the waist down to his skinny ankles, which then started some black leather shoes with a white stripe on each side. His hair raggy and wavy in the wind, dark blueish, nearly mistakingly ask-black. His eyes reflected the very color of the moon itself, blueish, with a hint of dark violet nearing the small black pupils. His expression carrying that of a normal, emotionless and bored man looking for a place in life.

The wind picked up alittle, letting the cold prickle his light and pale skin, yet it did not bother him. Why should it bother him? He hadn't been bothered by minor problems such as these. He was a warrior. Why should he let anything cloud his judgement. Pain, chill, heat, sadness, happines? Nothing can. For he was San-Meti Soharta, the only living thing left the wasted, yet clean and peaceful city of Artarius. The murderer, the thief, the only living entity that walked through his once proud and bright homeland. The very home that who's people could not stand a single twitch of the fear and darkness that he had casted over it. It was his now, his own shelter, no one shall share it with him. Only his. And only Meti may wander the empty streets of Artarius, the Dark Lake.

 

[spoiler=Meti Soharta's image]

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Guest JoshIcy

Great, it is very vivid. I would have liked more dead stops across the visuals to create almost a Manga or Anime style visual. I dont see if you intended emotion here or simply a description of a mans loneliness.... Yet I cannot help but grasp what I can and adore it ^_^.

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