Through The Night [Sergei]

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive And it seemed that Partia was the furthest Cain could travel, though unfortunately, it was still within the Northern Blue. Such a pity. Travelling to the other Blues definitely would be a challenge, Cain realised, but hey, at least he had made it thus far. It would be easier to keep on moving from here. At least he had paced upon the Blues. And such was an experience indeed. No, it was on no pirate's ship. It was on no Marine vessel. It was a merchant ship, someone who had been looking to hire some swords to protect him from the real threats of the sea. The real genuine looting pirates. Though Cain considered himself to be one of the brigands, he knew that until he actually sailed under a Jolly Rogers banner, he was no pirate. Just a wanna-be. Which frustrated him to no end, definitely, as the young swordsman walked out from the docks. Partia. He had heard a bit about this time. All the gambling, drinking, fighting. It was not a town anyone would have enjoyed living in, unless you were that kind of individual that simply loved living every day upon the edge of a knife. Patting the dust off his black jacket, he let out a soft sigh the moment he left the docks, his blonde hair dancing with the sea breeze as the other sailors slid past him. One of them brushed shoulders with him, causing Cain to step forward just to stop himself from moving. Great, what the hell now? Cain turned his gaze to glare upon said individual, but it seemed that his worth was not enough to deserve a return glance from the man, for all he could see was the large man's back. However, it was not that that caught his eye instead. On the opposite end of the road, towards where the man was walking, was a bar. And upon the entrance of the bar was a large sign. A drinking competition. Oh? Cain straightened himself, his curiousity piqued as he patted the pocket where he held his pouch of berries. Well, he was indeed in need of a replenish of resources, considering his travel here had costed him a slight amount. It was never easy to travel, after all. Adjusting the duffel bag that was strapped upon his left shoulder, containing his many clothing and the basic necessities that he needed to bring in his travels, he moved over to the bar. If he was going to enjoy his time here, might as well start the night off with a big bang, eh? Clad in a black wifebeater and black leather jacket, the shoulder paulders glimmered, even under the dim moonlight. He wore not the red cloak upon his shoulders, instead choosing to keep it in his bag. A pair of cream coloured pants complimented his dark upperwear. And finally, his leather shoes, which made soft taps against the ground as he walked over to the bar. Time to do this~ you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.