A beautiful day. That’s what was on his mind as he was walking amid the sea of green swaying grass, dancing gracefully with the breeze. It seems a terrible waste to step on it; the blades were like the little children of earth itself. The angel of wind bestowing his gift down upon the new day, a fresh day still. He kept walking deeper, surrounded by the grand trees of the peaceful forest, like ancient guardians looking after their homeland, assuring that no evil will ever touch it. The flying locks of his dark hair are becoming rather bothersome; he extended his hand and tucked them behind his ears, clearing his view.
Somehow he couldn’t help but giggle, for no reason, actually. The boy would actually be mistaken for a forest elf himself…Short and slender, yet still somewhat sturdy. His height of 5’6, and his wide, yellowish brown eyes belies his true age, making him look younger than he actually is. Possessing a fine-tanned skin, and dark hair almost reaching the middle of his back.
A pair of black canine ears, and a black tail are definitely his most distinguished features, one might also notice that his fangs and nails are slightly longer than that of an average person, but that is due to the fact that his original form is that of a hound. Every piece of his clothes was also black. His obsession with ornaments was obvious…earrings on his ears with so many shapes, a leather collar with spikes surrounding his neck, and a dozen of silver bracelets on both arms, giving off a metallic clank every time he moves. A huge vertical scar stretched form the top of his chest all the way down under the end of his ribcage, which he always tries his best to keep hidden. What people can’t see, though, is the pair of tiny black wings which are too small and torn to be used for flying, the remains of a distant past, one he have learned to not think of any more.
A rather smell, weird is the least it could be called, has suddenly filled the air. If he wasn’t so sure it’s impossible, he’d swear it’s the smell of something being cooked. But no, NOBODY would eat a thing with such a smell, much less cook it. His boyish face grimaced before his hand flew to cover his nose. Being a hound means that his sense of smell is more than that of an average person, which wasn’t so convenient a skill at that time. Soon after, he was hearing the crackling sound of a fire eating into a bunch of dry wood, and some metallic clanking. So there is someone out there other than him. In his curious attempt to take a better look at the person, he could hear the sound of a twig snapping under his boot. “Aw crap..� He muttered as he wondered if the other person heard that. Debating whether or not he should reveal himself, he decided it’d be more polite and less suspicious if he came out and introduced himself. Following his thoughts with action, Sarincent stepped forward slowly with a shy look on his face.
“Um, hello…� He said with the friendliest smile he could give.
