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[Nikadius]

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...The Azeroth keep was odd.

Nikadius, but a child in this world, though his body was a patchwork of brutish strength and power.

He brushed his hands along the stones, feeling their texture, their coldness. His feet scraped on the floor. Nikadius relished in the feelings.

His eyes turned to a teleporter. Curious, he shambled his way to the teleporter and stood upon it, instantly transported to the level above the one he was in before.
He took this in as well, looking around at the decorations and furniture. For the first time in his short life he spied a bit of light seeping through the cracks around the doors, and made his way to it curiously.

He pushed the door open..
His arms few up in fright as the brilliant sunlight hit his face and figure, the initial shock of the first light the poor thing had ever seen causing him to yell out in fear, but slowly the warmth began to sink into his body and he enjoyed it. His arms came down slowly, and noticing the sensitivity of his eyes, he turned them to look over the landscape. Trees and plains filled with houses. Nikadius was thrilled inside. Everything so new, everything something of interest. Nikadius shambled down the steps and curled his toes in the grass, leaning down and plucking a few blades he smelled it deeply,and then tossed it away.

He began walking, and walking, feeling and touching everything, soaking up all of these things that were new to him. Textures, smells, sensations.
Nikadius loved it.

He looked off in the distance, seeing the bright walls of Luna, which greatly intrigued him, so he shambled onwards, his walking clumsy and slow.

Finally he reached one of the gates into Luna's outer housing area.
A few of the residents stood about the gate, staring at the creation.
Nikadius looked at the people, an odd twisted smile on his face as he continued looking around at all the new things. A few worried mothers snatched up their children and ran in another direction.

Nikadius loved this life.
*Thump*
A stone hit Nikadius in the back of the neck, surprising him greatly, he spun around and nearly fell in this quick movement, but regained his balance, looking at a grown man in commoner's clothing glaring at him with hate. The man grabbed a dagger from his boot.

"Be gone ye evil spawn! You do not belong here!" the man yelled.
Nikadius was confused. "I don't understand... Father?"
The man rushed towards Nikadius jabbing at him with the knife, Nikadius turned and ran..

The gloom of the night came on as Nikadius remained curled up in a corner of an inn room, weeping tearlessly.

Nikadius had found Civilization. He didn't love it.