Post by Dante on Jan 13, 2013 1:24:14 GMT -5
[bg=black] I can't feel my senses I just feel the cold All colors seem to fade away I can't reach my soul The weather had taken a slightly chilly turn. Small, light snowflakes floated down on the people milling about in the marketplace. Light, cheerful music drifted from the speakers lining the market square. Most of the humans were swaddled in warm clothing, protecting against the chill. In the midst of it all, sitting on a wall in front of a photography studio, was Dante, dressed quite different from the others. He was in his human form, which he was not comfortable with, and dressed in a mere t-shirt and jeans. He much preferred his true form, with war paint to mask his eyes and his familiar clothing. Now, his hair was blonde, high contrast to his usual black. However, his bright blue eyes gave away the connection to his true form. Due to his nature, Dante did not feel the cold. He was accustomed to extremes as was typical of the demon realm. His back was leaned against the front wall of the shop, his knees drawn up slightly, and one hand underneath the collar of his shirt, fingers running along the slightly raised lines of his contract seal below his left collarbone. It was a symbol of his servitude, burned into his flesh upon his summoning. His master had an identical seal on the back of her left shoulder, binding them together. The prideful prince was quite disturbed by the turn of events that had brought him here. He went from trying to manage a realm cleaved in half by the death of its king, trying to avoid the impending union between him and his betrothed, and fighting as a gladiator in the arena, to being a mere servant to a human who didn't even want him here. The reality of it stung. Since he was not tasked with anything, he sat outside, observing the humans, of which he knew so little. His father had tried to teach him but he hadn't really cared since there was little reason to know anything about the human realm. But that had been before summonings became more common. With the discovery of a set of books, demons were being ripped from the realms one by one, often to the confusion of those who knew them. Dante wondered what those in his realm thought of his disappearance. Did they think their prince had become flighty and abandoned them? The thought was painful. Perhaps instead of sneaking from the castle and taking that walk, he should have greeted Nicholae with the morning and accepted his duties for the day. Hindsight, after all, was 20/20. I would stop running If knew there was a chance It tears me apart to sacrifice it all But I'm forced to let go Dante's Seal Appearance |