Post by guest and potiental member on Mar 25, 2010 22:24:06 GMT -5
Krenastus laughed long and heartily. Before him stood not the former beast that he had been, not that he was complaining.
Dressed in a open chest robe he stared at the toned and marevolous body bestowed upon him. His fingers ran over the smooth skin, there was hardly a single bit of him marred by his tough life, this was a new life. He looked up from his body and stepped closer to the mirror, the eyes still startled him. His new eyes were of the same shade, a deep dark green-blue. Whenever he saw them it felt like they swirled, laughing nervously he continued to observe his face.
The high cheekbones made him have a more exotic look, which in retrospect was not nearly as exotic as when he had been in Stormwind. Krenastus smiled his sharp teeth sparkling white and he could smell the herbs from his tea pouring into his nostrils. Everything here was so fresh. Blinking slowly Krenastus's eyes were drawn up to on of the failures of his new body, the eternal scar that marred his otherwise perfect being. A long jagged scar ran from just below his temple down to his long angular chin.
The new cheekbones accented the rough hewn scar almost perfectly, that aspect hadn't changed with his new body. The little goatee and long eyebrows made him feel a little offput, no matter how many times he cut it the hair wouldnt go. His long silky hair flowed down the slightly scarred shoulders. Thats the other thing that hadnt changed, those scars from years spent beneath the whip hadnt gone.
Biting his tounge Krenastus let out a groan thinking of what he would give up to have these imperfections removed. Krenastus was a hard man by all means, but he had always strived for perfection. Stretching his body to the fullest extent his leg muscles and arm muscles buldged beneath the skin tight open chested robe. He was no where near as muscular as he used to be, but such are the prices we pay for other perfections. Slipping his hand into the robe he pulled free another leaf of bloodthistle and stuffed it in his mouth most uncermonously and sucked on it chewing slowly, savoring the flavor of pure unadultorated power. Krenastus grinned again and swallowed his long neck bobbing slightly as the chewy leaf slid down into his gullet.
His long angular fingers rubbed his skin, he could feel the power and he was addicted. Krenastus smiled again and licked his lips stepping back from the mirror he stretched the scent of sweat and sweet herbs wafted up into his nose. There was no loss in looks on that end. Perfection was important, but not quite as important as money. His hand dropped to the bag at his hip, he was running out of cash and fast. Thinking back to his old days as a smuggler Krenastus realized the old contacts wouldnt do.
Turning on heel he strode out on strong yet lanky legs. Krenastus stood unusally tall for a blood elf, just a bit over 6 foot. His exceedingly lanky body helped with his fighting as a warlock, cant hit what you cant touch he always liked to say. Some people called Krenastus a pretty boy who never got his hands dirty, they just didnt know him. Excelling at fighting he was mearly more, for lack of a better word, perfect than everyone else. He rarely felt at home with anyone group of people and hoped that this new smuggling gig might refreshen him, and his coin bag.
Fidgeting slightly as he stepped he groaned a bit and slipped another leaf of bloodthistle into his mouth. His breath came in raspy but his voice was as lucid as an angel singing a psalm. His talking was neither deep nor soft, but a harmonic mix between and each word that rolled off his tounge was in its own way lyrical, with a near songlike quality added in mearly by the sound of his voice. His soft footsteps didnt carry as he walked quickly towards the path that would lead him into Silvermoon. For today was a new day, and his posture stayed unbent along with his optimism; nothing could ruin this bit of perfection for him.
Dressed in a open chest robe he stared at the toned and marevolous body bestowed upon him. His fingers ran over the smooth skin, there was hardly a single bit of him marred by his tough life, this was a new life. He looked up from his body and stepped closer to the mirror, the eyes still startled him. His new eyes were of the same shade, a deep dark green-blue. Whenever he saw them it felt like they swirled, laughing nervously he continued to observe his face.
The high cheekbones made him have a more exotic look, which in retrospect was not nearly as exotic as when he had been in Stormwind. Krenastus smiled his sharp teeth sparkling white and he could smell the herbs from his tea pouring into his nostrils. Everything here was so fresh. Blinking slowly Krenastus's eyes were drawn up to on of the failures of his new body, the eternal scar that marred his otherwise perfect being. A long jagged scar ran from just below his temple down to his long angular chin.
The new cheekbones accented the rough hewn scar almost perfectly, that aspect hadn't changed with his new body. The little goatee and long eyebrows made him feel a little offput, no matter how many times he cut it the hair wouldnt go. His long silky hair flowed down the slightly scarred shoulders. Thats the other thing that hadnt changed, those scars from years spent beneath the whip hadnt gone.
Biting his tounge Krenastus let out a groan thinking of what he would give up to have these imperfections removed. Krenastus was a hard man by all means, but he had always strived for perfection. Stretching his body to the fullest extent his leg muscles and arm muscles buldged beneath the skin tight open chested robe. He was no where near as muscular as he used to be, but such are the prices we pay for other perfections. Slipping his hand into the robe he pulled free another leaf of bloodthistle and stuffed it in his mouth most uncermonously and sucked on it chewing slowly, savoring the flavor of pure unadultorated power. Krenastus grinned again and swallowed his long neck bobbing slightly as the chewy leaf slid down into his gullet.
His long angular fingers rubbed his skin, he could feel the power and he was addicted. Krenastus smiled again and licked his lips stepping back from the mirror he stretched the scent of sweat and sweet herbs wafted up into his nose. There was no loss in looks on that end. Perfection was important, but not quite as important as money. His hand dropped to the bag at his hip, he was running out of cash and fast. Thinking back to his old days as a smuggler Krenastus realized the old contacts wouldnt do.
Turning on heel he strode out on strong yet lanky legs. Krenastus stood unusally tall for a blood elf, just a bit over 6 foot. His exceedingly lanky body helped with his fighting as a warlock, cant hit what you cant touch he always liked to say. Some people called Krenastus a pretty boy who never got his hands dirty, they just didnt know him. Excelling at fighting he was mearly more, for lack of a better word, perfect than everyone else. He rarely felt at home with anyone group of people and hoped that this new smuggling gig might refreshen him, and his coin bag.
Fidgeting slightly as he stepped he groaned a bit and slipped another leaf of bloodthistle into his mouth. His breath came in raspy but his voice was as lucid as an angel singing a psalm. His talking was neither deep nor soft, but a harmonic mix between and each word that rolled off his tounge was in its own way lyrical, with a near songlike quality added in mearly by the sound of his voice. His soft footsteps didnt carry as he walked quickly towards the path that would lead him into Silvermoon. For today was a new day, and his posture stayed unbent along with his optimism; nothing could ruin this bit of perfection for him.
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