The dreams of fish ( Open )

[Auron_Sunlighter]

Summer 512 90 AV Stepping off the water glider he kept his head down and wrapped his wings around himself tightly his thrill of seeing a new place diminished by the comments of others on the boat. He could feel the eyes upon him he tried to pretend it didn’t bother him but he just wanted to explode inside. His short red hair swaying slightly in a lake breeze as he looked about the area his senses swarmed with smells and sounds alien to him however his eyes locked to a man standing near a dock a wooden pole in hand fishing. Auron couldn’t help but smile inside a bit reminded of why he choose to come here in the first place, which was to try to get a job in a fishery. He had thought about going to Sun Berth and purchase a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line and brew alcohol however he would be tempted to drink it. Not that he didn’t like being drunk but he knew he would be victim to his instincts and he knew if his mentor was still alive he wouldn’t be happy that he was letting his teachings go down the drain. Walking over to the nearby fish market he approached a man wearing a pair of black cotton shorts and not much else even the man’s hair was gone shaved. “Excuse me.” Auron spoke as his noise moved slightly sniffing the man he smelt like a fish and it made Auron terribly hungry. “Yes..holly shit…uhhhh hello there.” The man said as he stood up from removing some sort of cessations from a metal cage and tossing them on a wooden shelf which they sold them off of. “I was wondering if there was work to be had.” Auron spoke his yellowish eyes looking through the man the fur around his eyes tightening as he tried to hold back his anger the man looking at him like he was some sort of monster. “Uh…no no one is hiring now we don’t see any opening in the foreseeable future.” The man said before turning around and mumbling something about animals. Auron walked away and into the city the only things to his name were a little bag of currency and some flit and steal which were hooked upon his metal halter. Auron thought about taking flight but knew better he theorized humans hate things that are different and can fly and somehow enrages them even more. As he walked through the streets aimlessly his mind passed through many things such as wanting to mate, wanting to fight, wanting to eat and on the other side he thought about the art work and the lives of the people here. It was as if two natures were contending in the field of his consciousness. He wished his friend could be here a young Isur with a drinking problem his friends had beenstabbed in the back and had almost drawn Auron in. He had found out later that he was killed for just two hundred Mizas by another Isur who had worked with him in the past on a couple robberies. If Auron ever caught up with that man he would happily kill him for free. As the day progressed he was turned down for apartments and jobs and the day was coming to an end. Pulling the small pouch he counted his coins thinking about perhaps trying to find something to eat. He doubted he be allowed to sit inside and eat with the others not that he knew how to use silverware in the first place. “And here I was thinking maybe thinking this place would be different.” He said as he grinded his teeth wanting to rip the city apart his anger building. He wished he had some boiled Charoda his mouth watered as he thought about sinking his teeth into the soft flesh wet with butter and herbs. Auron swallowed as he eyed the crowd to see if there was any Charoda around but he found none. He then was off wondering about trying to find a place which would prepare him a meal however he was turned down repeatedly.