The sun shone down, scorching the grass. The air sticky, flies buzzing around. It was a smoldering day. and a man. Olive skin tone, quite muscly, around 6 foot. Hair a jet black, messy and unkempt, longer at the back reaching the nape of the neck. the front covering his eyes in some places,a white t-shirt, hanging loosely to hide any form of muscle, jeans baggy and black, plasters placed about on his arms and neck. Traveling through the grasslands, heading West towards the kingdom of agriculture. He didn't seem to have an intent to stop, but seemed exhausted.
"how long has it been no....Fuck- damn that moron..."
He continued ahead though, from this point of view he could see the large walls enclosing the land, and he seemed to be more ready when spotting this, as if happy he was close. He arched through, the grass pulling his legs back to try stop and form of movement.
"Magic? Is it a form of security?" He grumbled, too exhausted for any sort of setback.
It didn't stop him from pulling as best he could. Contorting his legs in all sorts of ways to reach for that gate, he was exhausted, running on adrenaline. After two grueling hours he was on the path to reach for the gate, saying, his head drooping and the sun scorching his body. He stumbled forward to reach the door, it was bustling with people reaching to get inside. Two guards at the front holding them all back, demanding for ID's and reasons for their travels. Bast the guards was a machine, it scanned your body and belongings, then their was a pat down, and a bunch more questions. The security system was a pain.
"Excuse me..." THe unknown man mumbled, the group he was referring to turned to face him, ready for an argument but stopped once they saw him, dried blood on his arms, plastered scattered about, messy hair, exhausted, labored breathing. And, deathly pretty. They moved to the side to let him through, he was near the front just stubborn people refusing to let him to the front despite his obvious wounds. As he was waiting a lot of glances were made, disgusted, pitiful, empathetic. Though, he was too exhausted to care focusing his mind on getting through. After a while, he made it t the front, the guards looked up from their clipboards, faltering when they saw him.
"State your name, and reason for entering."
He sighed.
"Kiro[1], and for world exploration of each land..."
The guards wrote that down, taking a picture of him, the light flashing in his face. Grabbing the ID from Kiro's outstretched hand. Inspecting it, before taking a picture of that too. Sticking a pin to his shirt.
"Go to the x-ray machine" They spoke in a commanding voice.
"And jesus christ get to the nurse quarters." The other guard spoke, stopping writing all info to glance at him for a second.
The gates opened, the bottom of the doors creaking against the concrete floor.
EEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Kiro walked through, still stumbling up to the next machine. He stood in place as directected. More flashes of light as they inspected te belongings in his bag and his body.
"Next!" He was directed to the front, for the pat down, as expected, they found nothing. And he was allowed through.
As Kiro was allowed into the bustling streets, he groaned in exhaustion, searching for the nearest hotel. Though, as he was only running on adrenaline at the time and finally reached his goal of getting into the kingdom of the West, he blacked out. Getting caught just before crashing to the ground, eyes darting to him from the busy streets, looks of pity, confusion and disgust. He looked a mess. The girl who had caught him was confused on what to do, looking about for guidance. In the end, she was assisted by a group of her and two other men carried Kiro to the nearest hospital.
[1] Pronounced Key-ro