The pale moonlight plunged the city into a queer grey silence, all colours seemingly washed out and faded to nothing. Down in an alleyway near the city gates a hooded man shuffled down the street, pressing close to the wall, clinging to the shadows like a babe does to its mother. His heavy breathing clouded the air in front of him with each pant, obscuring his vision and causing him to panic. Every few steps he nervously glanced over his shoulder, feeling as if he was being followed, everything about this town felt unfriendly to him everything seemed to be screaming his name, wanting to turn him in.
He turned a corner and came upon his grinning face plastered across the wall again, with a low snarl he tore the poster down stamping it to the floor as a string of curses fell from his lips. A dull thud of a door slamming quickly silenced him, his whole body freezing as if he'd just been plunged into an icy pool. Flattening himself against the wall, his eyes scoured the the alleyway, glancing up and down the walls and roofs as well. Simple guards were hardly the only problem he'd be facing in this town.
He tried to recall why he was here again, when he was back in Fenia drinking the thought of prancing through Bravia unnoticed, openly flaunting his outlaw status in front of their incompetent law system would be, well fun. Yet several cold, wet and sober nights later, now he was actually here he had a very different opinion. His face had been EVERYWHERE and there was rumours of warrants and bounty hunters after him a thought that in no small fact, chilled him to the bone.
After a while, he decided the coast was clear. He unglued himself from the wall and tugged his hood down lower to obscure his face that little bit more, padding down the street once more, heading in any direction hoping to find safety
{ORP} A man,wanted.
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