Caelan

Caelan strolled into the school garden, he ran a gloved hand over some of the roses that stuck from one of the garden beds and looked around to see who was occupying the area with him. Four people, two were engaged in conversation and the other two did likewise. Caelan's mask shadowed his eyes normally but as he turned his head to look around, the light shone in and revealed the red eyes within. They glinted and were almost reminiscent of a predatory animal. His gloved fingers caressed the petals of a particular rose and gently moved down to the spiky stem before tugging upwards and gently uprooting the flower. He raised the rose to his mask to admire the flower, it amused him that it was so beautiful but to the unwary victim, it was capable of puncturing the skin and inflicting a small amount of pain.
The beauty was a kind of deceptive concealment of the potential danger, much like how he wore robes and masks to completely cover up his skin; his innocence. To reveal his skin to someone was an act of great trust, the mask was the murderer, torturer and monster while the face beneath was the innocent person he really was. Well, that's how he viewed it anyhow, perceptions differed and he was sure that to many he would merely be a murderer even if the mask was removed. Two of the people here were female and his eyes traveled over their bodies, this action was hidden from them considering the the light of the sun had only flashed briefly over his mask and his eyes were now, once again, hidden within shadow.
One girl had reddish hair and reddish eyes. She only possessed small breasts, he couldn't really see what was going on in her rear end since she was facing him while talking to a white-haired kid. He didn't pay much attention to either male, they were not of interest to him. He was only interested in the females, not in a romantic way, just in a perverted way. Most would say that the latter is worse. The other female had white-blonde hair and blue eyes, her breasts were also relatively small from what he could see from this angle, her rear end was equally as obscure. The former girl was more his type, the reddish hair drew his attention, unlike the Aryan's features; which were rather dull in his opinion. He watched the reddish haired girl with quiet admiration as he gently plucked petals from the rose one at a time. |