Throughout the bustling Bazaar, a male weaved his way around people, barely even touching them as he made his way down the streets. This man, not very familiar with the new village he lived in, took this as an advantage to get to know the village, the shops, and the people around him. He had taken it upon himself to memorize where everything was. He gritted his teeth, the pushing and shoving of everyone displeasing him.
Kulbulnas began to make his way to the sides, where it was slightly less overbearing on him and it was a little more free to move in. As he made his way to what looked like a food mart, his foot collided with an elderly mans ankle, sending both of them tripping over each other, Kulb falling headlong into nothing, crashlanding on the ground, while the man landed on someone in front of him, and they so graciously supported him as he stood back up. Kulb groaned as he stared, everyone just walking around him like sheep. Everyone here was a sheep. That was their true personalities.
Fri Mar 22, 2013 9:24 pm
