Well the forest had been a fun adventure, but his time there had been…concluded to say the least. Mainly to say, he was bored. With four other voices in his head yelling at him, he had decided to go and find himself something new to do. There had to be anything out there that could entertain him and his other…personalities or souls or…whatever they were. They all wanted to do different things though, one of course asked to kidnap people, another wanted to go find some museum to look at ancient relics, another wanted to curl in the foetal position, and then…well the last one didn’t form an opinion of course.
So of course he decided to head for the ocean. That would be the best place to go.
It would really just throw all of them off.
So there he was now, it was a small town, roads weren’t paved, houses made of timber and brick, and a small market even to go ahead and sell wares. However Zek just…wanted to figure out what this world was like. It was still foreign. After being thrown here through the strange eddy, he had to adapt, and he just still didn’t get it of course. The sun didn’t burn though, and for a vampire, that was good. Of course, the sun never burned him, being instilled with the daywalker trait…but…he preferred night.
Like now.
There weren’t very many people out. Just those good one that were…well…evil and shady. The small time drug dealers, smugglers, that sort of thing. All the pleasant people that he felt good around. After all, no matter how bad he was, these people would always be worst. He would have fed off of one of them too, if he wasn’t worried about the blood that he might receive. Bad blood was never fun to drink. It was like…drinking grape juice that just started to ferment. You just didn’t do it. Still, he was looking for something…fun. Something to add a bit of fun.
He had heard of a floating bar in this town. It was anchored, but it floated, and they served all sorts of treats, like it was meant to be a family restaurant for that matter! Think of it! A floating restaurant. Maybe they could cook him something other than fish there. Sure, he didn’t expressly need to eat, but tastes were so foreign and exotic for him so once in a while he would indulge his strange tastes and go for it. Tonight, actually having food seemed like a strange taste to him, so he might as well.
It wasn’t a quick walk from the start of town to the end of town really, no more than twenty minutes, but he had a very long stride…and he was rushing a little bit. By the time he got there though, he noted a sign on the door. Closed for the night. An angry growl, a pound on the door, and he scowled angrily as he turned about, stalking to the end of the dock. Great. Missed it. The smells coming from the restaurant though were delightful. There was pan-fried battered things, spices, beers, and…blood? Oh. Fish blood of course.
“Well Zek, now what do you want to do?� Slowly he lowered himself to sitting down on the edge of the dock, careful as he gripped the large metal gauntlets on the edge of the wood. He had to be careful, the claws of the golden coloured gauntlets were very sharp, and well…as he heard the cracking sound he just knew what that meant. With a string of curses and the sound of something hitting the water. He had broken through the wood and cause it to simply…collapse. Well then someone would have to repair that in the morning wouldn’t they?
His arms slowly moved as he kept himself afloat. Alright. Getting out was going to be easy he hoped. His hands grabbed the edge of the dock, trying to get a good grip, but not hard enough to break through it again. Zek pulled himself onto the deck, struggling and kicking his legs for a moment before he managed to actually claw his way onto the dock, his large gauntlets leaving scratch marks and small holes in the wood. Anyone who ever said being a vampire was great was a damned liar. If you couldn’t remember your strength, you could really screw yourself over.
With a small bit of coughing and sputtering, and eventually ejecting a bit of water from his throat he stood up, picking at his clothes.
Great. Soaked completely.
Pulling his gauntlets from his hands he clipped them to his belt and shook his hands. For a man who looked daunting in a strange black shirt that seemed to be made of a giant strip of black cloth. His pants were at least made of a thin material, perfect for running and stretching. However, not so good when they were wet. They weren’t meant to cling so…clingy like. His soft soled slippers were also bad to get wet. Pale white hands went to his head, where that long strip of cloth that made up the long sleeved shirt ended in a hood that covered most of his face, showing just a bit of his nose and all of his eyes. Well. It was still in place but now it just…it was weird feeling.
“You win this time wooden dock.� He decided to move as quickly as possible from the dock itself to go to the beach and get a fire started. A bit of driftwood was left about, and he soon had a fire going. His shirt was pulled off, showing off that he was really just a young looking man. The cloth strip had been rolled up loosely and put near the fire. Long hair was done up in a sort of a pony tail, trying to get it dry. He rubbed his jaw absently, small canines poking from the lips as he stared into the fire. This was just fantastic wasn’t it?