Well Daemon has arrived at my PO Box, and I’m stuck here in class for another two hours. *sigh* But to pass the time, I’m going to post a little piece of writing I did about the guys for your enjoyment.
For those who haven’t been following the blog very long, Daemon began as a character in a story I started writing many years ago. He was actually a secondary character (the great, great,etc. grand uncle of the main female character) and then evolved into something more. As such, he has a lot of writing to back him up, and I am currently working on his storyline.
This excerpt isn’t actually from his real story, but a writing exercise from one of my classes this semester (yay for fiction courses). We were supposed to write a piece in the style of “The Things They Carried” and explain our characters through the items they had. Daemon was actually voted the best character of my small group, so yay. 
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Daemon led the way, with the others falling in line behind him. It was an uneven line, tall, taller, and then short. Rain brought up the rear with his trademark mischievous smile, as if he might overtake the group with some unexpected prank.
“So you’ve never been here before?” Paks spoke to the back of Daemon’s head, knowing the other wouldn’t turn around for such a trivial reason as answering a question. Especially not from him.
“No. Somehow this was never on my agenda of places to go.” Daemon shifted in his walk, self-conscious of Paks’ calculating gaze. Hands slid into their pockets to fiddle idly with the contents. The first thing to brush his skin was the rosary he wore around one wrist. It was silver and black, beads made of dark ebony wood. Over the years they had become scuffed and gouged, but the dark color still remained. He fingered the cross gently, out of habit more than any kind of belief. It had meant something to the gifter, and that was enough.
In contrast he wore a Grecian “evil eye” bracelet on his other wrist. The gradients of blue and white moved out in concentric circles designed to distract any evil. Nine pairs of eyes looked out around his wrist, seeing little beyond the thick black sleeve of his long coat.
More practically, he also carried several easily concealed weapons as well as a small pack of assorted herbs and other items sewn into the lining of his coat. In case of emergency he could tear out this emergency pack and surprise his foe. Or as Rain would say, make a darn good tasting soup.
Behind him Paks stood tall, the polar opposite of Daemon in almost every way. He carried little more than what he what he wore, some small jewelry rounding off is outfit. There was a bracelet on his left wrist of smooth round labradorite, its blues and greens melding together without becoming one. On his right he wore a gold cuff bracelet with a Grecian key carved along the length. Much to Daemon’s dismay he refused to carry a weapon, citing his own abilities as a suitable substitute. The other’s reply was often to grumble or turn away in silence.
Rain skipped along happily, the more jovial of the three he seemed to care little for the arguments of his companions. He, like Paks carried almost nothing, preferring to rely on his own power. Rain’s clothes were loud in a monochromatic way, if such a thing existed. He wore solely black and white in varying patterns of stripes and spots that would make any normal person shake their head. The outfit descended into big, black stomping boots contrasting the almost feminine style of his clothing. A small bell rested in the nape of his neck, connected to a soft leather collar. If anything about his person was truly Rain, it was this bell. He liked the way it jingled as he danced and jumped around, and the way it annoyed Daemon.
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It’s a little unfinished, but I like it. I may upload more of Daemon’s story in the future as I go back to edit it, we’ll see.
There’s a photostory to be posted from my camera and some more pictures to be taken, but those will have to wait for a bit. However I do have some good news, Daemon is on his way home! I e-mailed Sun from RS to see when he might ship, and was told he’s already on his way. I checked the EMS tracking and he seems to be in China somewhere, so he’s moving slowly but surely.
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