Who: Frost, open to Alec Winters When: Thursday, June 6 (slightly backdated >.> ) Where: Archery field What: Practice time Warnings: TBA Rating: TBA
Frost paused on the field, breathing deeply of the sun-warmed air. As nocturnal as his kind were, Frost enjoyed the sunny afternoons as well. One of his aunts had refused to be out in the daytime so much that she'd eventually been almost unable to function if forced to go out in daylight. Frost refused to end that way. He still liked night time better, but had come to enjoy much of day time society. Who would want to miss the fun? Certainly doing this job meant he had plenty of day time cases. Behind him, nestled in their cases were a longbow and a recurve bow, well-made and carefully cared for. He'd had both for years, the latest in the series he'd owned over the years. Custom made since Academy salary allowed it.
He doubted he looked like what someone would consider a serious archer. Ice blond hair cut in an edgy style and tipped with sapphire blue. Sensual honey brown eyes were framed by liner of a shade or two darker than the hair dye with a smudge of shadow in an icy opalescent tone. Black t-shirt hugged his torso and slim jeans with a silver wash covered his legs. The field had regular targets recognizable for practice, but there were also trees and small logs interspersed. It was done on purpose, offering the chance to choose more difficult targets than the typical bullseye. With a faint smile, Frost turned to lift the longbow out of its case.