Species [Laszlo]

[Ishkaral]

Timestamp: 32nd of Fall, 511 AV


It was nearing the daylight's final moments and Ishkaral was still trying to find his home in this evershifting maze of buildings and paved streets. Sighing and relatively annoyed with the city's seemingly opposing nature against Ishkaral, he continued his weary trudging. Passing houses that he had seen time and time again that day, until he could take it no more and seated himself on a bench in one of the streets.

Placing his elbows on his knees and his face in his open hands, he rubbed his tired eyes before leaning back as he tried to enjoy the scenery and the beginning of a crisp night. As people passed the rather large and darkgreen Akalak, he noticed most of them didn't look annoyed even in the slightest.

" Damn that Ionu, I bet he has something against Akalaks! He probably uses illusions to hide that he's a minger! "

" Shut up Eshacro, we did nothing wrong, it's just a streak of bad luck. "

" You shut up, mr. freaking holier-than-holy-water. He has in it for us I tell ya! "

Ishkaral phazed Eshacro's whining and blaming out and continued to admire the unique city and its residents, seemingly able to make their way through the maze without any issues.

" Trained rats in a maze, that's what they are, looking for their cheese up Ionu's ass. "

" Shut UP, Eshacro! "

Ishkaral sighed and was about to stand up to continue his quest to find home, mainly in an attempt to shut Eshacro's blasphemous trap.

[Laszlo]

Here again. Not for the first time, Laszlo found himself standing in front of an aged, abandoned building, nestled snugly between a modest shop on one side and a condominium on the other. It was two stories tall, and the black varnish painted over the wood was peeling and chipped. The lower window was dusty and yellowed, the glass warped and apparently old. Yet there was a certain charm about it, like an antique music box that no longer worked. Yet, Laszlo knew that the real charm of the place lay just inside. Time and again, Alvadas' shifting streets had led him here. This was the fourth time he'd found the building, and quite by accident as usual. The Ethaefal had begun to think that this was intentional. Was it Ionu, playing some paltry game on an unsuspecting soul like Laszlo? Or was the city alive, and reacting to him? In this city, he couldn’t be certain of that, or much of anything else. That was the fun of it. In the corner of Laszlo's eye, the sun glimmered brightly over a rooftop in one final burst of light before disappearing on its way below the horizon. Hands shoved in his pockets, he turned his attention away from the building to solemnly watch the sky, knowing what was imminent. His burnt amber eyes were placid, barred behind wisps of curling auburn hair. His curling horns looked to be made of opaque, milky red glass, sleek and shining, but not for much longer. Laszlo's relatively tall form was draped in a charcoal gray cloak, covering the earthy tones of his attire underneath, and cradling his short ponytail in unworn hood behind his neck. Soon, he'd have to make use of it. Like a flash of light glinting across a shard of glass, Laszlo's body was suddenly engulfed in a blinding radiance from his feet up to his head, briefly illuminating his portion of the Alvad street. He took a breath as the changed occurred, by now more than used to the transition, though less accustomed to having it happen in public. It was over in just a few seconds. Where once there stood an immaculate creature of divinity, a lean and gaunt Symenestra now existed. His gaze of amber had turned violet, nested in facial features that had dramatically changed in shape. The horns were gone, leaving only a head of stringy, dark silver hair that had recently been auburn curls. Laszlo reached behind his neck and untied his ponytail, then pulled his hood over his head. The public eye was a dangerous place for a Widow, even if he wasn't of the Symenestra race. People only saw with their eyes, and that was the reality of it. His transition having passed, Laszlo resumed his silent observation of the building before him, wondering just what Alvadas wanted from him.