The sun was just coming up as Vick watched the sunrise while holding his pad and charcoal as he slowly rubbed the charcoal along the pad drawing from memory. It was another uneventful day for now for him and he was spending it alone again working on his art skills. His bag laid near him that held a small block of wood, carving tools and even a dog skull that he kept putting off for reasons unknown.
Today he found himself at the Kinell Hotsprings just near the water as he did not like getting wet around here. His outfit was a simple one compared to the others of the city, simple shirt, pants and a robe of all things that looked a bit out of place but the oddest thing about Vick was that he looked like a simple child. Short black messy hair, pale murky blue eyes, and even pale skin. So not most children he would have to say but as long as one did not look too closely he could try to blend in at times.
His unblinking eyes focused on the pad as he drew different lines and slopes as he made the random designs into art. One of the most common things he worked with in life was bones. This drawing was a simple figure of a skeleton of what looked like a human as he labeled each part of the bones and made a diagram.
He found himself going into a routine since he came to this city. He really needed to break it and do new things. One of the things he had to figure out what to get some type of income either by a job or freelance and sell his artifacts. He had an unused one that he could tweak and refine before using it and figure out a seller for it. As a Master of his craft he could make it worthwhile artifact and could get a good bit of coin for it or at least he could hope for.
He could use more money to help settle into the city. Find a home, steady income and reach out to new things with his craft. The biggest reason he found himself drawing was due to finding ways to improve his designs on bones.
His eyes moved up from his pad and looked about the area. It was a nice area but no one seemed to be around yet. Maybe it was too early? That was the downside of being undead as you never did need to sleep or even eat. You could get a lot more done over time when you did not need to stop for things like that. He even forgot what sleep felt like truth be told.
What was his goals for today? It was a simple question to himself but one that could mean so many things. He wanted to draw a few figures. Maybe craving the small block of wood into something and if he could find the spark of creation in his head he would work on the dog skull in his bag and try to see where he could sell it at.
How much did he need? That question was pushed to the side as he just shook his head and went back refining the drawing by adding more details to the skull and arms of his little figure. Adding more depth to it was not the hardest thing in the world but it gave him more hands on understanding of it. Slow and steady at the end of the day was the key he found. Even this he would take his time and refine it a few times before moving on to something else.
He needed a playmate he thought as he took another break. He was not paying mind to what was around him as he was lost in thought. What happened to his last toys? A few died, few ran away and a few were just tossed to the side at the end of it all. He was never easy on his toys and sometimes in Sahova he forgot to let them sleep or eat but it did not matter much.
Would he take care of a playmate now? Maybe. If it could survive longer than a season it would be something close to a miracle yet now since he had more access to food he could try to make sure they would not starve to death. If he could just remember how often living things had to eat. Was it once a week? Every few days? Or something else? Little details like that could easily be hard to remember.
Today he found himself at the Kinell Hotsprings just near the water as he did not like getting wet around here. His outfit was a simple one compared to the others of the city, simple shirt, pants and a robe of all things that looked a bit out of place but the oddest thing about Vick was that he looked like a simple child. Short black messy hair, pale murky blue eyes, and even pale skin. So not most children he would have to say but as long as one did not look too closely he could try to blend in at times.
His unblinking eyes focused on the pad as he drew different lines and slopes as he made the random designs into art. One of the most common things he worked with in life was bones. This drawing was a simple figure of a skeleton of what looked like a human as he labeled each part of the bones and made a diagram.
He found himself going into a routine since he came to this city. He really needed to break it and do new things. One of the things he had to figure out what to get some type of income either by a job or freelance and sell his artifacts. He had an unused one that he could tweak and refine before using it and figure out a seller for it. As a Master of his craft he could make it worthwhile artifact and could get a good bit of coin for it or at least he could hope for.
He could use more money to help settle into the city. Find a home, steady income and reach out to new things with his craft. The biggest reason he found himself drawing was due to finding ways to improve his designs on bones.
His eyes moved up from his pad and looked about the area. It was a nice area but no one seemed to be around yet. Maybe it was too early? That was the downside of being undead as you never did need to sleep or even eat. You could get a lot more done over time when you did not need to stop for things like that. He even forgot what sleep felt like truth be told.
What was his goals for today? It was a simple question to himself but one that could mean so many things. He wanted to draw a few figures. Maybe craving the small block of wood into something and if he could find the spark of creation in his head he would work on the dog skull in his bag and try to see where he could sell it at.
How much did he need? That question was pushed to the side as he just shook his head and went back refining the drawing by adding more details to the skull and arms of his little figure. Adding more depth to it was not the hardest thing in the world but it gave him more hands on understanding of it. Slow and steady at the end of the day was the key he found. Even this he would take his time and refine it a few times before moving on to something else.
He needed a playmate he thought as he took another break. He was not paying mind to what was around him as he was lost in thought. What happened to his last toys? A few died, few ran away and a few were just tossed to the side at the end of it all. He was never easy on his toys and sometimes in Sahova he forgot to let them sleep or eat but it did not matter much.
Would he take care of a playmate now? Maybe. If it could survive longer than a season it would be something close to a miracle yet now since he had more access to food he could try to make sure they would not starve to death. If he could just remember how often living things had to eat. Was it once a week? Every few days? Or something else? Little details like that could easily be hard to remember.
