Shakrais Mahavedya
Grinning like an idiot as he gazed down at the ant-like masses, Shakrais was thoroughly enjoying the amount of unconditional attention he was gathering from the common-folk in the area. Their bug-like eyes filled with incredulous bewilderment as they scrabbled away in order to avoid Goliath’s thudding advance. Although not completely isolated from the world where meteorites were catapulted through the air at the behest of a deranged little woman, the environment in which Shakrais found himself was bustling yet peaceful. Undisturbed by gothic lolita’s, and a fair distance from rampaging behemoths.
Speaking of behemoths, emerald green eyes glanced quizzically as he noticed his own lumbering ‘steed’ slowing his pace to a crawl; head lowered in embarrassment as several women started unkindly whispering amongst themselves. John might not have been a renowned blacksmith, but he’d lived in Arpeggio his entire life, and that naturally meant that people were bound to recognize him sooner or later.
Fortunately the humiliation John felt would come to an abrupt halt as Shakrais, tapped his foot. Signalling for the lumbering man to stop before he casually leapt down, narrowly missing a collision between Shakrais’s foot, and the back of the blacksmith’s head. The blessing had come in the form a mysterious man wearing a feather tipped hat. The skilled strumming of his stringed instrument had gone unnoticed at first, primarily due to the bustle of people and the un-peculiar sight of someone playing an instrument this time of the year. But the moment his lips parted and ominous words were released into the air, the temperature seemed to drop a few degree’s as several eyes turned away from Shakrais, and towards the mysterious man in quizzical confusion. After all, the dreary prophecy like words were hardly befitting for such a marvellously splendid day.
“Nonsense dear little woodpecker” Shakrais proclaimed, quickly making his way over to the mysterious man, and invasively grabbing at the man’s hand.
“Such gloom and doom on such a festive day? Thou shan’t pick up any fine women with that sort of tune” Shakrais continued with mocking confidence, yanking on the man’s arm persistently and looking around for someone to prey on.
His attention was unwaveringly drawn towards a beautiful woman with flowing golden-hair tinged with a hint of crimson to give a truly intriguing hue. Her alluring figure was the typical desire of any man, and the rather skimpy attire she wore only emphasized her form. Some might even mistake her for a woman in the ‘nightly-business’, but Shakrais wasn’t exactly fully clad himself by Bachian standards. Regardless Claudia was an ideal example, and Shakrais paused only momentarily to acknowledge the minstrel “Watch carefully and learn~”
Closing the distance within moments, it was evidently clear. Whichever the case it mattered little to Shakrais who procured his flute, mimicking the tune played by the minstrel,
Procuring his flute and mimicking the tune played by the minstrel as he closed the distance between his target and himself, it was evidently clear that from the way Claudia twisted and turned her head that she was looking for something, or perhaps someone, but whichever the case she’d have no choice but to notice Shakrais as he obstructed her from proceeding further down the street.
“Beneath the stars, when lights fade
By dimming light, it’s time to play
May we kiss for just one day
May we dance together this day
Your eyes have spoken; they wishes shall be granted
With insatiable passion; to thou cries, tonight we dance.“
The words were an outright bastardization of the mysterious words spoken by the minstrel only moments prior. But Shakrais spoke as if they were his own, smiling smugly as he outstretched his free hand in offering.
