Akhutai was a strange man - Some might call him a creature, really - but man he is. A strange one, in a strange land. He often got stares where ever he went, he figured it was due to his height and nothing related to the scales lining his jaw, breastbone, elbows, thighs, calves, tail.. Or those horns sticking from where ears should be on the sides of his head - Large, beautiful (to him) horns that curved forward and hung, ever present, at the outsides of his peripherals.Â
He didn't notice the stares much, anymore. He'd been here in Ul'dah for... A couple of weeks, now? In Eorzea for several months longer than that. It was strange at first, those in Akhutai's homeland didn't stare at his kind. Sometimes, he missed that... the lack of attention, the ability to just sort of.. Blend in amongst the crowds. Not that he knew much about that even, being from a more remote mountain tribe as he is.Â
But, none of that now. Akhutai gave a shake of his head, the braids falling down his back clattering lightly as beads clicked and clacked together with the movement. On through the crowd.Â
To those who look with any amount of interest - Any more than the common 'what in the twelve is that' types of looks, Akhutai likely gives off the impression of one of a few things - Either he's a dragon (He's not), homeless (Possibly), some sort of brigand (Not judging by how curious he is about even simple things), or some sort of adventurer (Ding ding!). He has a sword strapped to his hip.. Simple, but of decent make. Long, heavy blade.. One handed though. There's a shield at his back as well.. And the way those muscles are thick along his arms, he's atleast /capable/ of using them, though with any amount of skill is yet to be seen.Â
He stops occasionally in his wandering through the streets, to look curiously at this or that.. And sometimes openly stare. He does just so now, at a young beggar. Head cocked to the side, just.. Watching. The crowd hustles and bustles past him, a few rude grumbles and the like at the 'brute' blocking traffic, not that he seems to care. Hell, he hardly even seems to understand since he gives no response or hint of the words having any meaning.Â
What makes this one so much.. Less than the rest? Why are some so proud, while others so destitute? Hm.
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He didn't notice the stares much, anymore. He'd been here in Ul'dah for... A couple of weeks, now? In Eorzea for several months longer than that. It was strange at first, those in Akhutai's homeland didn't stare at his kind. Sometimes, he missed that... the lack of attention, the ability to just sort of.. Blend in amongst the crowds. Not that he knew much about that even, being from a more remote mountain tribe as he is.Â
But, none of that now. Akhutai gave a shake of his head, the braids falling down his back clattering lightly as beads clicked and clacked together with the movement. On through the crowd.Â
To those who look with any amount of interest - Any more than the common 'what in the twelve is that' types of looks, Akhutai likely gives off the impression of one of a few things - Either he's a dragon (He's not), homeless (Possibly), some sort of brigand (Not judging by how curious he is about even simple things), or some sort of adventurer (Ding ding!). He has a sword strapped to his hip.. Simple, but of decent make. Long, heavy blade.. One handed though. There's a shield at his back as well.. And the way those muscles are thick along his arms, he's atleast /capable/ of using them, though with any amount of skill is yet to be seen.Â
He stops occasionally in his wandering through the streets, to look curiously at this or that.. And sometimes openly stare. He does just so now, at a young beggar. Head cocked to the side, just.. Watching. The crowd hustles and bustles past him, a few rude grumbles and the like at the 'brute' blocking traffic, not that he seems to care. Hell, he hardly even seems to understand since he gives no response or hint of the words having any meaning.Â
What makes this one so much.. Less than the rest? Why are some so proud, while others so destitute? Hm.
((I'm not on Mateus, but hope you don't mind if I hop in!))
