The Stranger

-The streetlights which burst on fail to light the path halfway for the figure which been walking. Shadows dance to the faded music in the background finding themselves caught at bay. Silence echo into the night except for the ravens which flew over head crying out the names of his final kill. The figure has been traveling for somewhat a long time in search for the pub from which he had hear so much of. Smoke found a rhythm to each tap of the staff which the figure has been carrying. Frost seem to kiss the very foundations of the sidewalk beneath the figures bare feet. As moments had pass, the figure finally reach that of the pub letting a simple sigh escape. The building look tall within the dark giving a sense of more room. Moving to the side of the pub, the figure removed the cloak that was wore and shifted in the dark vanishing. In the figure place stood a white raven. The staff which the figure had been carrying vanished after something had been said in a low voice- -c-

-The window which was upon the left slowly blew open letting the white raven enter. The beautiful bird land upon the table away from the crowd tilting it’s head to the right before a cloud of smoke appeared. Silence made a overbearing noise as the bird vanished replacing it with a young male. His image had appear as such. A male about 5.8 with skin pale as a peach. His body gave a angelic glow as his light blue eyes shift under his red-hair. He wore no shirt reviling the tattoo of a white raven upon his back just near the visible slits. above the tattoo was a name which read :’Kopaki.’ It was greek for the raven. Although the male was no greek, he took pride in his name. The slits upon his back was where his whitish black wings descend from as the male wore no shoes. Not finding use to them anyway- -c-

-Upon the males back he held a blade known as Crowbar. The blade had fine steel which had became unbreakable. It also had weird writing upon it which had made it a strong one. The handle was made of raven wings bind by the the tears of a mortal in the desert of Kurjs. Seven black dagger lay in a special made sheath seeing how the daggers held a poison only the Kopaki had the cure to. In the males right hand he held the white staff that had be covered in blue sapphire. As the light had hit on them just right, a image of people the male knew in his life would play like a movie. This had brought comfort to him in the time of his depression and anger. He found it a bore now meaning to change it after all these years- -c-


-The male placing his staff in front of him looking to the crowd with a slight smirk hating those he did not know or care for. He would lean against his staff placing half of all his weight upon it letting his smirk fall from his face to a stern look. His emotion rest between anger and the need of calm. Orben found it silly that he had let himself to have such a emotion as calm. He pity those who had wish for it. For who’s who worship it. Remaining leaning against his staff, the male push his red hair from his eyes watching the crowd in silence knowing that today was as if any other- -e-