I Must Find Them... (Day 1) ((Open RP))

The morning sun was slowly hitting the peak of Ionia. Though in the beautiful forests of this nation, it didn't help much. The thick layers of leaves and branches hid most of the earth below from the sun. However, the lizardman known as Suk-Taan was not laying in the dirt below. No, that could be dangerous. He sat in the trees, resting as he was gathering energy needed for the day.

Sunlight managed to creak through the leaves, shining itself into Suk's face, imploring him to wake up. He let out a small groan, wrapped up in his robes to keep himself warm while he clung onto his precious violin. Something the monks gave him before he finally left the monastery. Slowly, his eyes opened to show those yellow irises of his. With one hand he held onto the violin case, while another hand rubbed the dirt from his eyes, giving a good look down below and to his surroundings. Looks like nobody was here... Good.

It's not that he hated humans, he had learned from the monastery and the monks that there were many kind humans, as well as evil ones. The problem was how everyday people would react to him. It's not everyday you see what would look like a normal creature turns out to be something hideous and displeasing to human eyes once he takes the robes off his head. He did his best to keep balance on the thick branch as he slowly used the trunk of the tree to get himself on his feet, make his trek down the tree.

He finally hit the ground with a small grunt, pulling the robes over himself along with the hood. For a summer morning, it was rather cool. Not that he actually minds of course. The heat of the shaman spirit keeps him warm and protected. He began to walk through the forests, looking up and around him to observe the beautiful. So this is what he had missed his life? His kind was secluded in the mountains, until the day the grand lightning storm came and had caused people to scatter as lightning and winds tore up their village.

He listened to the birds chirp, the crickets creek, the sights of squirrels scurrying up trees... Now that he saw those animals he WAS a bit hungry...

He ventured to the river, managing to catch a few fish. Being part of the lizardfolk had its perks. Sure they could function like a normal human being, minus some health problems, but they could always rely on their... Savage side of them. He had caught a fish with a quick flurry of his hand as he grabbed hold of the medium sized flopping creature. He sunk his teeth into the fish with his sharp teeth, puncturing flesh and waited for it to cease movement and let death take its hold. After that, he began to grab some dead wood to build a fire.

Everything was built now, a pile of neatly placed sticks along with a fire circle to prevent spreading anywhere fast. He held out his hand, his glaive summoning to him as it appeared in a flurry of fire. Channeling the magic from the glaive to his other hand, he had formed a small fire ball on his index finger. He tossed the fire into the pile as he watched the fire take hold to make a proper camp fire. He jabbed a stick through the mouth of the fish as it came out the end, hovering it now over the fire so that it cooked.

He let out a small sigh of boredom, setting the stick between the rocks so it was held in place. He reached over to the violin case that sat by his side. He opened up the case, smiling at the sight of his only companion for this travel. He pulled it out of its casing, hands delicate with the wood. He never use to be this delicate, as training with the glaive taught him to be rough and a fighter, but the monks had given him the ability of patience, compassion, and elegance. He began to play a soft tune, one that complimented the beautiful forests of Ionia, as its wondrous tune danced through the trees and the smoke of the fire.

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