Post by NIKITA ETHAN REDFIELD on May 20, 2013 11:32:19 GMT
at times it's not that complicated
anything to forget everything
The perpetual stillness and silence of the island had always been something that Nikita appreciated. Even if he would never be able to find out the reason why as to why it was always such, it did not matter much to him. The island and its beaches gave him a sense of tranquility that he would never find back in the hubbub of Manuka. The city was beautiful, yes, but it did not help his occasional cravings for peace and quiet. He was actually quite the frequent visitor of the island, and so far, during his detours, he had not met anyone. Nonetheless, he had always been a solitary bug. He did not need the presence of others or companionship to keep himself happy, but that did not mean that he did not welcome it whenever it came to him. The demon wasn't the kind of individual that actively seeked out people, most simply came to him, whether he liked it or not.
He walked along the beach's shoreline, his feet thumping gently against the sand. There was nowhere in particular that he was heading to, and he had an inking that he was going to scour the whole island if he had to. He liked wandering around with no destination in mind, and ending up wherever his feet decided to take him. It was a neverending mystery because every location differed, though he wasn't about to walk into the ocean anytime soon; he was still aware of his senses. It was during times like this he would have brought some paper to compose a bit of music, but ever since his spot in the forest had been intruded by a certain hunter, he found out that he was unable to compose as easily as he usually did without constantly looking over his shoulder. It was sad, really, even when the area around him was safe.
The demon continued walking, his feet responding automatically to his wishes, thinking about how far he had come. Ninety years he had spent in Russia, and his ninety-first was coming in Manuka. From the deaths of his parents to meeting a vengeful hunter and a singing mermaid, Nikita's life was pretty eventful. Maine had been a bucketful of surprises, some of them pleasant, and vice versa. He was not sure as to whether he could take anymore, but the surprises intrigued him, and kept his curiosity intact. preventing him from packing up and leaving Manuka. He would have continued brooding on it had it not been for the sudden sound of footsteps behind him, and the demon stopped in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder cautiously.
"Hello."
He walked along the beach's shoreline, his feet thumping gently against the sand. There was nowhere in particular that he was heading to, and he had an inking that he was going to scour the whole island if he had to. He liked wandering around with no destination in mind, and ending up wherever his feet decided to take him. It was a neverending mystery because every location differed, though he wasn't about to walk into the ocean anytime soon; he was still aware of his senses. It was during times like this he would have brought some paper to compose a bit of music, but ever since his spot in the forest had been intruded by a certain hunter, he found out that he was unable to compose as easily as he usually did without constantly looking over his shoulder. It was sad, really, even when the area around him was safe.
The demon continued walking, his feet responding automatically to his wishes, thinking about how far he had come. Ninety years he had spent in Russia, and his ninety-first was coming in Manuka. From the deaths of his parents to meeting a vengeful hunter and a singing mermaid, Nikita's life was pretty eventful. Maine had been a bucketful of surprises, some of them pleasant, and vice versa. He was not sure as to whether he could take anymore, but the surprises intrigued him, and kept his curiosity intact. preventing him from packing up and leaving Manuka. He would have continued brooding on it had it not been for the sudden sound of footsteps behind him, and the demon stopped in his tracks, glancing over his shoulder cautiously.
"Hello."
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