Post by Yukihara on Mar 29, 2009 23:24:09 GMT -5
The sun was beating down on Yukihara's back, sweat formed, cohered to other droplets and rolled gently down his chest and back before it evaporated and so did the trail left from the droplets. The salt left on his skin from sweat stung at some of his more recent scars.
The days were growing hotter, even in teh winters the heat seemed immeasurable from previous times, let alone during the summer now. Many people seem to think its from the planets use of machinery and their emissions. Others deem it the work of a god. Yukihara just seemed to wander on however, and now his instincs for trouble bring him toward the Balamb Garden.
He had stayed in Balamab the previous night and now wandered around between the garden and the town. It was rumored that very strong monsters wandered here, and where there is strong monsters they would more than likley be people in trouble and need of help. He ran his hands through his hair and figured he should walk out by the beach.
The days were growing hotter, even in teh winters the heat seemed immeasurable from previous times, let alone during the summer now. Many people seem to think its from the planets use of machinery and their emissions. Others deem it the work of a god. Yukihara just seemed to wander on however, and now his instincs for trouble bring him toward the Balamb Garden.
He had stayed in Balamab the previous night and now wandered around between the garden and the town. It was rumored that very strong monsters wandered here, and where there is strong monsters they would more than likley be people in trouble and need of help. He ran his hands through his hair and figured he should walk out by the beach.