Kiade was still adapting to life in this new world, even though he had been here nearly a year. Still, it was sometimes difficult. Even though he fit in here far more than he did at his homeland among his own kin, he was still learning about the culture and people of this new land, drinking in everything. He took pains to visit the places the natives did, trying to learn as much as he could about this strange new world.
Anything that could help him better fit in and make him feel less like. . .well, like the foreigner he was.
Looks-wise, he didn't draw too much attention to himself. Sure, his appearance was unique, but there were others here that were unusual appearing, as well, and some even that stood out far more than he! Most people didn't even give him a second glance, and those that did, did so out of curiosity, not fear. None seemed to suspect his demonic heritage, and, inwardly, he knew why. Not long ago, someone had called him something. . .an. . .elf? That was the word, if he remembered correctly. Something to do with his ears, which, pointed and long, poked out from beneath his shoulder length red and blue tipped blonde hair.
He'd never seen a real elf before, he didn't think. Well, he probably had. But, in any case, from the reactions he gathered, an elf was not a creature to be despised and, so, he never made a point to correct the mistake. No, he wanted to live life anew, free of persecution...and from the looks of it, here, the only being that would recognize a Cerenai demon when they saw one would be another Cerenai. . .of which he doubted he would find here. And hoped he was right.
Not that he was afraid or even thinking about that right now.
Sitting in a wooden chair at a table in the bar, arms hugging his legs to his chest, he was too busy watching the dancers on the floor to notice the stray looks his odd pose and dress solicited. Wearing thick robes that tied at the waist, the majority of his body was hidden beneath the red and indigo cloth, save his neck and head. Even his hands were hidden beneath the folds of cloth, and Kiade had his reasons for hiding away as much skin as possible. Still, the robes could be a pain, especially when it came to moving quickly; it was far too easy to get tangled up in the things, but. . .Kiade would rather it be that than exposing his shame-ridden flesh. As for his hands. . .well, mistaken as an "elf" or not, he'd learned early on that his claw-like nails had a tendency to make people uneasy, as did his fang-like canines. So, he just hid his hands when possible, and spoke carefully so as not to flash his canines whenever he could help it.
Eyes whose irises swirled and shifted with colors of blue and green following the movements of a lone dancer on the floor, Kiade canted his head to one side curiously, a few locks of blonde hair falling into his eyes and obscuring the strange black symbols tattooed beneath each eye. This. . .fascinated him, to say the least. He'd seen no such display before, and, inwardly, he wondered what it meant. Whatever the case, it was. . .beautiful.
And Cerenai had a keen sense for all that was beautiful. A strange paradox, really, coming from a race of elitism, ferocity, and ruthless bloodshed. Yet, coming from a race that bred for strength and power, beauty. . .in a way, beauty in all forms was part of the package. It was animal instinct to be attracted to things that were aesthetically pleasing, whether in a physical or mental sense. It all tied into that notion of survival of the fittest, an idea the Cerenai followed to the extreme. . .
Yet, no such rituals were found among the Cerenai.
Resting his chin on his knees, he continued to watch, silent and thoughtful. He had kept away from bars for a long time, ever since an incident at one shifty tavern that turned out to be running a slavery operation. That had been. . .interesting, to say the least, and he'd ended up buying a girl in order to free herâ€"a girl that had been completely without gratitude, to top it off! But this bar was different, and he was glad of it. He liked it.
"Drink?"
Glancing up suddenly at the server that appeared beside him, he shook his head before returning to watching. No. . .he'd tried that stuff once before, and almost thought he'd been poisoned. . .
