Capizio glanced up to the sky, hoping that the hours would pass quickly and night would soon bles the land with darkness.
He was not his normal confident self today, he was terribly lost. Lost in an unfamiliar world, having brushed by hundreds of unfamiliar people. He looked for a quite place to rest, a quiet place to prepare for the evening.
The sun was hot, beating down on his face, drawing beads of sweat to the surface of his oily skin. His hand raised, glancing across his brow to wipe away the sweat before it could fall into his already aching eyes. He looked at the pool of salty water that now adorned his hand, with a small sigh he flicked his wrist and watched the water as it splashed down.
He saw a few drops land upon a small regtangular peice of wood. The wood was soft, and light in color, and about the size of the bricks used to construct modern homes. Reaching into his pocket, he fumbled with a small carving knife, and began to whittle away at the corners of the wood. He continued the strokes against the wood with his knife as he walked onward, unsure where he was going.
He walked for what seemed like one hundred miles, but in reality it was probably only two. He had not looked at the wood since he first picked it up, his eyes focused on the road ahead of him, and the skies above him. His fingers were all he needed to see what the wooden figurine would become, he let his fingers glide over the curves of the wood, smiling as he could start to see what it looked like, without glancing at it, he knew it was nearly complete, with only a few details to be finished.
He slid the wood, and the carving knife back into his pocket, taking care not to stab himself again.
A large black crow called out from the sky above him, startled he looked up, and let out a cackling cry of his own. The bird from the sky started towards him, spiraling round like a tornado as it found it's way near to him. When the bird was about to collide violently with him, goind quite fast from above, it stopped, as if running into a window made of air. It hovered, as a hummingbird would, in front of him, but it did not flap its wings, it did not make a sound, and it's eyes did not break their gaze.
He took the satchel from his back, and took out a small hunk of dried bread. He broke it in half, keeping a portion for himself, reaching his hand outward at the hovering bird, offering the other portion to him. The bird quickly took the meal, and then made a quick flight back to his original path.
Capizio looked down at the bread, and grimmaced as he took a bite. It was dry, plain, and not a food that he desired at all. He could not sustain himself on this diet for long, he needed to eat.
He looked up from the bread, and found himself staring at a rather large manor, knowing it was probably handed down from generation to generation, and that he would likely find the dead of family buried somewhere on the grounds he took several steps forward toward the lot, trying to take great care not to be noticed.
As the sun reached it's apex in the sky, Capizio continued to search the grounds for what he was looking for. With only a few hours before nightfall, he finally found what he was looking for. He approached the aged iron bars, they looked rusted to him, but still far to strong to break through. The pikes atop the bars made it look most unappealing to climb into, so Capizio looked around, and started to contort himself.
He pushed himself hard against the bars his body seeming to crush down as he forced himself through. It appeared that he lost form as he made his way through the narrow openings.
He looked around at the graves, none of them appearing to belong to nobility or anyone else with social status. Most of the markers were simple slabs of granite, laid with only a date they were set. He took his time investigating the stones, trying to find one or two that were the most recent. He finally found the two that he thought to most suit his needs, and made note of them.
Capizio walked slowly to a tall tree that was growing within the iron fence, and sat against its' base. He tried to take cover from anyone that would notice him in the house, or passing by, it was his intent to wait only an hour until the last of daylight was gone before starting his work, but he found himself comfortable amongst the dead, and dozed off leaning against the tree.
He was not his normal confident self today, he was terribly lost. Lost in an unfamiliar world, having brushed by hundreds of unfamiliar people. He looked for a quite place to rest, a quiet place to prepare for the evening.
The sun was hot, beating down on his face, drawing beads of sweat to the surface of his oily skin. His hand raised, glancing across his brow to wipe away the sweat before it could fall into his already aching eyes. He looked at the pool of salty water that now adorned his hand, with a small sigh he flicked his wrist and watched the water as it splashed down.
He saw a few drops land upon a small regtangular peice of wood. The wood was soft, and light in color, and about the size of the bricks used to construct modern homes. Reaching into his pocket, he fumbled with a small carving knife, and began to whittle away at the corners of the wood. He continued the strokes against the wood with his knife as he walked onward, unsure where he was going.
He walked for what seemed like one hundred miles, but in reality it was probably only two. He had not looked at the wood since he first picked it up, his eyes focused on the road ahead of him, and the skies above him. His fingers were all he needed to see what the wooden figurine would become, he let his fingers glide over the curves of the wood, smiling as he could start to see what it looked like, without glancing at it, he knew it was nearly complete, with only a few details to be finished.
He slid the wood, and the carving knife back into his pocket, taking care not to stab himself again.
A large black crow called out from the sky above him, startled he looked up, and let out a cackling cry of his own. The bird from the sky started towards him, spiraling round like a tornado as it found it's way near to him. When the bird was about to collide violently with him, goind quite fast from above, it stopped, as if running into a window made of air. It hovered, as a hummingbird would, in front of him, but it did not flap its wings, it did not make a sound, and it's eyes did not break their gaze.
He took the satchel from his back, and took out a small hunk of dried bread. He broke it in half, keeping a portion for himself, reaching his hand outward at the hovering bird, offering the other portion to him. The bird quickly took the meal, and then made a quick flight back to his original path.
Capizio looked down at the bread, and grimmaced as he took a bite. It was dry, plain, and not a food that he desired at all. He could not sustain himself on this diet for long, he needed to eat.
He looked up from the bread, and found himself staring at a rather large manor, knowing it was probably handed down from generation to generation, and that he would likely find the dead of family buried somewhere on the grounds he took several steps forward toward the lot, trying to take great care not to be noticed.
As the sun reached it's apex in the sky, Capizio continued to search the grounds for what he was looking for. With only a few hours before nightfall, he finally found what he was looking for. He approached the aged iron bars, they looked rusted to him, but still far to strong to break through. The pikes atop the bars made it look most unappealing to climb into, so Capizio looked around, and started to contort himself.
He pushed himself hard against the bars his body seeming to crush down as he forced himself through. It appeared that he lost form as he made his way through the narrow openings.
He looked around at the graves, none of them appearing to belong to nobility or anyone else with social status. Most of the markers were simple slabs of granite, laid with only a date they were set. He took his time investigating the stones, trying to find one or two that were the most recent. He finally found the two that he thought to most suit his needs, and made note of them.
Capizio walked slowly to a tall tree that was growing within the iron fence, and sat against its' base. He tried to take cover from anyone that would notice him in the house, or passing by, it was his intent to wait only an hour until the last of daylight was gone before starting his work, but he found himself comfortable amongst the dead, and dozed off leaning against the tree.