Soul Thief
Despond was often agitated with humans. They were weak and horrid to look at.
But perhaps he was rather upset these humans admired Ardora so much.
When Despond walked Earth, he looked similiar to Ardora's human form, with white skin and brown hair. He was handsomer than humans and he took pride in that.
But some humans were simply handsome, and that could not be argued.
Especially once Despond found himself in a small tavern in a kingdom on the far, watery side of Earth.
A group of men terrorized the keep, reach and groped the girls who served them and shouted and carried on.
Despond was naturally drawn to them.
He walked by, intended on creating a scene.
One of the men shouted, "Pretty boy!"
Despond turned with a smile on his face.
But he saw one of the young men.
Blond hair and green eyes. He had fair skin and a hard jaw.
Despond felt a deep sadness within this particular man.
"Soldiers have seized the brothel across the way," Despond said, raised his hand towards the doors. "The girls are running. You all best catch them."
Whether it was godly persuasion or mere lust, the men all dashed out those doors. Soldiers began seizing the brothel across the way.
Despond preferred convenience.
But that blonde-haired, sullen man remained. He looked at Despond.
Despond sat down, ordered a drink for himself.
"Who are you?" the man asked. He had a thick accent that most of these humans did.
"Peterus," said Despond. He looked away. This young man was exceedingly handsome. Despond wouldn't be caught dead admiring a human.
Despond asked, "And yours?"
"Zacharie."
"What ails you, Zacharie?"
"Pardon?"
Perhaps this was too forward. If only Ardora was here, thought Despond. She knew very well how to speak to these creatures.
And if creatures they were, Despond found himself attracted to creatures.
Peculiar.
Especially the feeling in Despond's gut.
« Go Back But perhaps he was rather upset these humans admired Ardora so much.
When Despond walked Earth, he looked similiar to Ardora's human form, with white skin and brown hair. He was handsomer than humans and he took pride in that.
But some humans were simply handsome, and that could not be argued.
Especially once Despond found himself in a small tavern in a kingdom on the far, watery side of Earth.
A group of men terrorized the keep, reach and groped the girls who served them and shouted and carried on.
Despond was naturally drawn to them.
He walked by, intended on creating a scene.
One of the men shouted, "Pretty boy!"
Despond turned with a smile on his face.
But he saw one of the young men.
Blond hair and green eyes. He had fair skin and a hard jaw.
Despond felt a deep sadness within this particular man.
"Soldiers have seized the brothel across the way," Despond said, raised his hand towards the doors. "The girls are running. You all best catch them."
Whether it was godly persuasion or mere lust, the men all dashed out those doors. Soldiers began seizing the brothel across the way.
Despond preferred convenience.
But that blonde-haired, sullen man remained. He looked at Despond.
Despond sat down, ordered a drink for himself.
"Who are you?" the man asked. He had a thick accent that most of these humans did.
"Peterus," said Despond. He looked away. This young man was exceedingly handsome. Despond wouldn't be caught dead admiring a human.
Despond asked, "And yours?"
"Zacharie."
"What ails you, Zacharie?"
"Pardon?"
Perhaps this was too forward. If only Ardora was here, thought Despond. She knew very well how to speak to these creatures.
And if creatures they were, Despond found himself attracted to creatures.
Peculiar.
Especially the feeling in Despond's gut.