Thread: The Bastard Child (Heaven Sent X Dragnor)

The small town brimmed with excitement despite being considered small it really was the second largest in the land only second to the kings court north a days ride. Here they rested in the crook of a cove thus allowing trade of all kinds come through this way. While demons, half breeds, and other non human beings could trade as well as live here they were seen as secondary citizens. The town was under the assumption that the Lord of the town had a tragedy involving a half demon, and since that moment the town only saw demons as evil things. The man may hate their kind, but he saw their use in the only part of the country it could be something far grater than it was. The city was broken up into three sectors, all easy to identify if you do head to the wrong area the guards are very likely to get in the way to let you know where you are. The High town where the highest of nobility stood, and a few shops that catered to their tastes exclusively. It was well known any half breed caught in this area was likely to find a blade in the gut than a welcome here though not strictly against the law. Mid town fed along the docks, and main fare of the city it had two gates one for entering one for exiting as well as the largest concentration of homes. Low Nobility, and traders could be found from all walks of life. Even mercenaries selling themselves for protection, and shows in the 'Pit' where bets were made on who would win. Then there was low town, this was the slums of the city. The only place half breeds could buy a home regardless of coin. It was well known no decent establishment would house such creatures even if they were useful most the time. Knail was a tall man reaching well over six feet, and it made sure no one would miss what he was. Though the stories of half demons that could blend in with the normal human were feared this man might as well been wearing a sign. His short black hair bunched in small clusters looking like a sea of spines rather than hair, while covering his head fully they looked like they would be sharp. Between his two brows was a small horn that extended an inch away from him, and two from either side of his eyes that barely broke the surface. His eyes were a soft white color not the same as his eyes, but the pupils seemed to constantly shift softly making it look cloudy. Many took him as blind because of that making rude gestures at him. It did not help that he ignored such things without a word. He had a strong face, yet not angular as most half breeds held with a strong body that spoke of youth. Few half breeds were recent born many hundreds of years old, but he showed his youth. His skin shimmered with a whitish soft color when in bright sunlight like that of a fishes scales or even a snakes. His clothing was loose, a simple tunic top that pressed on his back despite tales of him having wings. His long tail wrapped around his waist twice leaving a small right around him the length was a little over five feet, so it gave him a birth from most people. Simple tan trousers leading to his bare clawed feet. Knail had been here a day, and was already in trouble he knew. He had walked in the way of some nobleman's cart like the country bumpkin he was causing the cart to stop. He did not know what all the bowing meant, and when people muttered about the Lords cart he did not understand. He felt a pelting sensation only to see the cart driver hit him with the long horse whip. He did not react as it did not even sting him the man might as well hit a stone pillar. I am sorry am I in the way? He spoke pleasantly which seemed to anger the driver more even as he stepped out of the way for the cart to progress. Though he did not kneel not to mention for him to do so he would look more dangerous. One of the guards fell out of formation holding his blade looking ready for murder. No one looked shocked you could not show such disrespect to the lord without punishment. The guard put up his shield knowing all half breeds had strange powers, and despite this man appearing unarmed not stupid to risk it despite the man looking more confused than threatening. It was like the man did not know to be afraid of a blade, it would be a short lesson the man thought. Knail reacted very little he opened his mouth as a brownish glowing light appeared in the back of his throat which he then proceeded to swallow. His eyes turned a gray brown color shifting with a show of colors even dull. The sand, and dirt around him kicked up slowly though he did not threaten the man. His chest stop moving as if he was holding his breath in. His tail shifted lightly turning the soft white gray of a rock as he waited to see how the man would react. The white his scales once shimmered now were a brownish gray everything seeming slightly different. He just hopped his companion stayed away she would know that blade would bounce off him if the man swung he was not one to hide what he could do.