[center][b][h3][color=orange]KYZLER[/color][/h3][/b][/center]
[hr][sub][@Ellion][@Cryptek12][/sub]

For most, there are few moments in life of pure tranquility and peace. Kyzlar had had just managed to find one such. For in that brief sheer moment, he experienced true weightlessness. Soaring through the air, the wind in his face, he was flying, he was free. The enjoyment however was short lived as before his lips could even curl into an appreciative smile it was all over. The tranquility and peace abruptly vanishing.

The once soft sweet cool freedom of air that gently brushed his face was instead viciously and violently replaced by the rough harsh unforgiving cobblestone road. His full weight and body following his face hard, crashing very unceremoniously into the ground. After a short tumble and many scrapes later he came to a stop. 

A mix between laughter and a cough sputtered from his mouth. Behind him at the entrance of a large building, two burly men dusted off their hands as they went back inside. Some what now content. People without coin were clearly not welcome in that establishment. Especially those of the smart mouth, I’ll tempered variety.

With no goal or ambition to move from that spot he just lay there for a stretching moment. Drifting between the realms of sleep, consciousness and unconsciousness. This was a defeated man that lay on the floor. Defeated in life, heart and soul. A husk and a shell of his former self. All dreams and hopes long whisking  away. Sorrow now clung heavily to the empty wilting frame, the burden and toll for his past transgressions haunting him forever more. No number of tankards of ale could wash it away. He was stuck with it. An all consuming and endless loneliness.

And then... a sound reached his ears waking him from self wallow. ‘[i]Oh shit...[/i]’ he thought to himself as with a shaky sigh and wobbly struggle he quickly brought himself to his feet. 
Staggering down the street with a somewhat clumsy haste he sought the cause of his dismay. The plea and cries of a child. He was too late. The sky roared and fizzled with sparkling colors as the girl was swept off her feet and taken during the distraction. Without thought and with as much skill and grace as his tired body could muster, he stalked the the rushing man from a distance.