It wasn't often he visited Denocte since arriving in this land. Benedict wasn't even quite taken with the Dusk Court either; he just felt uneasy traveling farther than expected. Today, however, his hooves would draw him to the Night Market. Far from Dusk. Far from anywhere he knew to be safe and content. He tried, or rather attempted, to calm his nerves as he took a leisurely stroll through the open market.
But before unsettling thoughts lingered in his brain, the man was struck with various curiosities. He blinked as he stopped by a store, selling mostly etched wood figures. He had seen stalls like this back home, when he was allowed to be in the market accompanied by guardians. Though the once-boy had enough to purchase a fine item or two, his guards and parents would frown at him spending on useless things. The only item he wore was a claymore, combined with a worn leather bag to carry belongings.
Denocte was not somewhere he visited often, but perhaps he should... The golden man moved on, alone, taking in the sights of the Night Court's pride and joy.
But before unsettling thoughts lingered in his brain, the man was struck with various curiosities. He blinked as he stopped by a store, selling mostly etched wood figures. He had seen stalls like this back home, when he was allowed to be in the market accompanied by guardians. Though the once-boy had enough to purchase a fine item or two, his guards and parents would frown at him spending on useless things. The only item he wore was a claymore, combined with a worn leather bag to carry belongings.
Denocte was not somewhere he visited often, but perhaps he should... The golden man moved on, alone, taking in the sights of the Night Court's pride and joy.
tremble little lion man
benedict
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