Post by josiah on Mar 19, 2008 18:27:54 GMT -8
Faintly a familiar figure came into focus on the horizon, the dust road he trod upon having intermingled with the rest of his clothing caused everything he wore to be a distinct shade of tan. The being first had mounted atop his head a single ragged tan hat, much like the one's worn by the cowboys during there donning era. The hat made the beings face unclear but still visible, his crystline blue eye's shimmering out in irregular shades that seemed to correspond with his golden hair. Dust blots were all about the beings face, apparantly he had been having some encounters on his journey thus far.
The being wore a red handkerchief round his neck that fit in well with his dust encrusted white T-shirt he wore. A pair of leather gloves ordained his hands, there imprisoning grip tightly holding the battler's fingers apart. Around the beings waist was a sheath of leather for a knife on his left side, another for a gun that was full of air-soft pellets to the right. The being wore a pair of tight-fitting pants of bland gray color that seemed made for the dirt that encased it. Finally, the man's boots were the typical kind for the persona, spurrs on the back of each boot that had been well worn and could probably be used better as rope then the intended purpose.
Josiah weakly continued his way forward along the dirt path he had come to traverse across. As he went he came into a familiar town, a resting place for this weary soul. With his spirits risen anew the man shouted at the top of his lungs.
AHOY!!![/b]
Up against a tree the weakened young one came to rest his aching back, having finally come to someplace he would like to call home.
The being wore a red handkerchief round his neck that fit in well with his dust encrusted white T-shirt he wore. A pair of leather gloves ordained his hands, there imprisoning grip tightly holding the battler's fingers apart. Around the beings waist was a sheath of leather for a knife on his left side, another for a gun that was full of air-soft pellets to the right. The being wore a pair of tight-fitting pants of bland gray color that seemed made for the dirt that encased it. Finally, the man's boots were the typical kind for the persona, spurrs on the back of each boot that had been well worn and could probably be used better as rope then the intended purpose.
Josiah weakly continued his way forward along the dirt path he had come to traverse across. As he went he came into a familiar town, a resting place for this weary soul. With his spirits risen anew the man shouted at the top of his lungs.
AHOY!!![/b]
Up against a tree the weakened young one came to rest his aching back, having finally come to someplace he would like to call home.