Standing under the eaves of a rapidly deteriorating shack the dark figure was completely still. Broad shoulders shifted as the tall figure leaned forward coughing in the swirling snow, white breath catching in the wind.
Approaching the figure a shifting of his head catches your attention, he seems to be talking to somebody...he's talking to himself..
An instant then his head snaps up, whites of his eyes can be seen as they lock on you. You freeze, the busy street moves on between the both of you, yet it may not exist as long as that gaze holds.
The figure moves out from the shadows. Snowflakes catch on his smooth head, and melt...an almost imperceptable steam rising in their dissapation above the double handed hilt on his back.
Those eyes, the blackest eyes you've ever seen - the gaze seems almost hypnotic, tugs at you, pulling you into their dark depths - the edges of your vision turn black, you feel smothered as the sounds around you seem to mute, heavy like sleep almost upon you - you can see his lips move - a voice - strong and deep like a whisper resounding in your ear...
"I am Asimon...I seek."
you blink trying to wash the sleep from your mind, slow and silently black as your eyes open again. Street sounds rush back in full colour, the busy street tumbling by..and the figure is nowhere to be seen.
Standing under the eaves of a rapidly deteriorating shack the dark figure was completely still. Broad shoulders shifted as the tall figure leaned forward coughing in the swirling snow, white breath catching in the wind. 
