something about the opalescent waterways of the city unnerve as much as they dazzle him. they’re ritzy, for sure, and there’s no doubt that the splendor is deliberate — just a couple days trying to orient himself in this weird new place was enough to figure out that people here take a lot of pride in the opulence of their home. around every other corner there seems to be some conversation alluding to opalaria’s wealth and prestige... of course, minato doesn’t have the luxury of letting himself blindly believe that. the instructions he’d received just this morning are a grim reminder that the idyllic atmosphere is only skin deep.
rounding a corner, he’s about to head up the next street when a flash of quick movement catches his eye — something had disappeared around a corner just up ahead! it had looked large, whoever it was. it might just be someone running late to something, but his curiosity is piqued. he picks up the pace, giving half-hearted chase.
he doesn’t have to try hard. the moment he turns the same bend, he comes to a sudden stop. there, a man standing in the middle of the back alley behind some residential buildings, evidently frustrated. a glance up reveals the answer: a pair of antlers on his head are tangled in laundry lines used by the people living in these houses... already, a few articles of clothing have tumbled onto the ground thanks to his struggling.
he hasn’t seen one in person yet, but it doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots —
a beastkin?
instinctively, his hand rests on the hilt of the sword at his hip as he takes a couple careful steps closer. ❝ hey... are you supposed to be here? ❞
･ﾟ✧ @ziodie
