Post by Kelpie Mac'Admira on Aug 22, 2016 0:49:06 GMT
Kelpie was silent as he walked through the forest outside of the city. It wasn't a surprise that he was silent though, considering he was mute. He had taken the day off of being a criminal to come out into the middle of nowhere and walk. He hadn't seen any wildlife yet, which was dissapointing, but he summed it up to being the smoke rising from his neck that made the animals assume that he was a forest fire instead of just the headless person he was.
Today Kelpie was wearing a pair of baggy dark pants with cuffs at the bottom and a black crop top. He was also wearing a backpack.
Kelpie was deftly weaving around any branches that got in the way. Any sound he made was minuscule and nearly impossible to hear without knowing he was there. Kelpie had years of practice sneaking around different places, so the forest wasn't any harder. It also helped that by some miracle he could still see and hear without a head. The only thing him not having a head prevented was speaking.
Eventually, after and hour or two of walking and enjoying nature, Kelpie popped out into a clearing. He stretched his arms above his head and looked around, only to find a rather large building that looked like it could fall over any second. He sat down in the shadow of the building to take a break and rest. There were a few minutes gone by before Kelpie jumped up and clapped his hands together. This was the old Labratory wasn't it!
The young Dullahan gathered his backpack and launched into the building to find and steal as much stuff as he could carry.
Kelpie searched the entire first floor, finding that it was mostly offices and some rooms that looked like they could have once been testing labs, before moving on to the lower floor. Once down there every hair on Kelpie's neck stood at attention. It was creepy. Cages lined the walls like he was in a kennel and pets were once stored there, but something told Kelpie they hadn't kept pets in there. The cages looked big enough to hold a person.
The smoke rising from Kelpie's neck began to die down and what little did emit was tinged a slight red colour. He was angry at what had happened here, and he was angry that he had lived on this island his whole life. That didn't quench the fear he felt at being in this place though.
He rushed into the first room and began rooting around in drawers. He found one wallet, full of old money that would be worth a hell of a lot more now, a book on stars, which he took because he loved stars, and even an old sword stuck to the wall in one room. Kelpie swung the sword around a bit and found it to be sturdy. Now all he wanted to do was get out of there.
As he was leaving the room he was in Kelpie saw a shadow flicker out of the corner of his eye and he pressed himself against the wall. A sudden calm overtook him as he let his criminal instincts take over. He slowly peeked around the corner, only his smoke really showing, and tried to see who else had come to this place.