Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2013 14:13:31 GMT -5
It was early in the morning, about an hour and a half before the sun was going to rise but the daemon Oorn had been out walking since around midnight, through a deep valley in the cliffs of heaven. In the cold gray light of dawn the cliffs he was walking under looked spectacular, the rock was pale grey with ribbons of much darker rock run through. Stunted and snow covered trees clung to every possible ledge they could find, and their roots twisted about bulbous rocks in spectacular woven patterns. With any luck, it would look just as pretty in the day but Oorn wouldn’t know until after the sun rose and he had to start painting. He had never been here in day before, like many daemons Oorn was nocturnal by nature and the sunlight hurt him. Which was also why the commissioner of this particular painting was going to be charged extra and why Oorn was carrying an umbrella under one arm for when the sun did finally get around to rising.
The Daemon was on foot, and he was carrying far too many things in his humble opinion. Across his back was strapped an easel, and one of the wooden legs had started to slip from the leather bonds and was bumping uncomfortably against the back of one of Oorn’s legs. He would have stopped to fix it but he was two close to where he wanted to be now, and while one arm held his umbrella in the armpit and a chair in hand Oorn also had an impressively large canvas in his other arm and he was struggling to hold it up in one hand as it was, if he put it down Oorn wasn’t sure he would be able to pick it back up very well. He had a vast collection of paints on him too, although all of those had been carefully stored away in the bag he had slung over his shoulder that bounced against his opposite hip with every step. Initially, it hadn’t hurt at all but by now there was an ache in the bone and a stitch in his side. While by no means soft, Oorn was just plain skinny. The only muscle he had was in his arms and shoulders from carving stone but that did little to aid him when walking for miles.
The pretty little elemental daemon that had asked for a painting had been specific as to where he wanted it. Apparently the water elemental’s current (and unspecified) romantic partner was of another species and was fond of a particular area in the cliffs. The water elemental had given Oorn a rough sketch and pointed out around where he thought the location was on a map and asked for Oorn to go there and paint it. Of course, the elemental had been fair too vain to just gift his lover with a painting of a place they liked. The landscape Oorn was hiking to was just to be the background, the main focus would be the daemon himself. Stark naked with a velvet blanket laid across his lap in such a way that nothing was actually covered. The Daemon didn’t want to come out and be painted in a place his own rubbery skin could burn, not that Oorn could fault him for that, and the elemental and told him to just paint a rock for him to sit on somewhere in the front of the painting and worry about adding him in later. Oorn had agreed happily, and privately hoped that the daemon’s lover wasn’t a wed human because if they were the elemental was about to cause a scandal.
It wasn’t a bad deal, Oorn figured it was probably good for him to leave his studio on occasion at the very least and he did have a fondness for painting landscapes, even if that wasn’t to be his main focus he would enjoy a couple days staying out this far away from the city, provided he didn’t run into any bandits. Oorn had minimal money on his person at the moment but several of his possessions could be valuable. The paints especially, since Oorn mixed them with ground up valuable gems to give them vibrant and long lasting colors.
The Daemon was on foot, and he was carrying far too many things in his humble opinion. Across his back was strapped an easel, and one of the wooden legs had started to slip from the leather bonds and was bumping uncomfortably against the back of one of Oorn’s legs. He would have stopped to fix it but he was two close to where he wanted to be now, and while one arm held his umbrella in the armpit and a chair in hand Oorn also had an impressively large canvas in his other arm and he was struggling to hold it up in one hand as it was, if he put it down Oorn wasn’t sure he would be able to pick it back up very well. He had a vast collection of paints on him too, although all of those had been carefully stored away in the bag he had slung over his shoulder that bounced against his opposite hip with every step. Initially, it hadn’t hurt at all but by now there was an ache in the bone and a stitch in his side. While by no means soft, Oorn was just plain skinny. The only muscle he had was in his arms and shoulders from carving stone but that did little to aid him when walking for miles.
The pretty little elemental daemon that had asked for a painting had been specific as to where he wanted it. Apparently the water elemental’s current (and unspecified) romantic partner was of another species and was fond of a particular area in the cliffs. The water elemental had given Oorn a rough sketch and pointed out around where he thought the location was on a map and asked for Oorn to go there and paint it. Of course, the elemental had been fair too vain to just gift his lover with a painting of a place they liked. The landscape Oorn was hiking to was just to be the background, the main focus would be the daemon himself. Stark naked with a velvet blanket laid across his lap in such a way that nothing was actually covered. The Daemon didn’t want to come out and be painted in a place his own rubbery skin could burn, not that Oorn could fault him for that, and the elemental and told him to just paint a rock for him to sit on somewhere in the front of the painting and worry about adding him in later. Oorn had agreed happily, and privately hoped that the daemon’s lover wasn’t a wed human because if they were the elemental was about to cause a scandal.
It wasn’t a bad deal, Oorn figured it was probably good for him to leave his studio on occasion at the very least and he did have a fondness for painting landscapes, even if that wasn’t to be his main focus he would enjoy a couple days staying out this far away from the city, provided he didn’t run into any bandits. Oorn had minimal money on his person at the moment but several of his possessions could be valuable. The paints especially, since Oorn mixed them with ground up valuable gems to give them vibrant and long lasting colors.