the men of the mountain

serey

Serey hastily picked up the fragile body of one of the many animals that roamed the mountains and lands that belonged to the monastery. I can surely imagine what you think dear reader, just the name “monastery” is rather lacklustre if I say so myself. Well the monastery either went by the name monastery of the mountain men or just the monastery. Back to Sereys encounter it was a creature that walked on four furry legs supporting a small but rather long body, tail that quivered, waved and stood up to any change in the air or land, and a head with pricked ears and a sharp face. It was a cat that was sleeping in the hot Sunland’s heat cloaked in black wavy hair like those on Sereys head. Serey founding it comforting pick up the cat and it wreathed in is arms speaking a high pitched language in drowsy way.

“uhhhh Serey the gravels been raked in a good way right.” Serey looked towards his right in the sunlight stood in robes of burgundy shinning a red like a dark rose and sallow skin was Kano a disciple of his. “Yes” Serey replied “If you’re going to do your lethwei training then you can do it independently right?” Serey put the cat down and it strolled away with its tail still up then stopped looking up at him and spoke a word of its language. Serey yawned and walked a striding fashion into the arching library entrance from the garden. Upon entering he went into a room that was planted in-between two menacing bookshelves and closed the door hurriedly. Leopoldo heard this from the far corner of one of the many scattered sections of the library. He turned to the bored looking young man and the latter gave Leopoldo a piercing look “you deaf or something.” To this the distraught Leopoldo scuttled into the room and there before him was the man he wanted to talk to Serey.

Sereys room was an open spaced and filled with the sounds of the instruments the kept his many strange creature’s alive in their cells. There were a great many paintings of men adorned with armour, weapons and victory which made the already cautious Leopoldo uncomfortable. There on a bed lavishly sprawled out was an apparition of a sort. It took the form of an oriental skinned young man in his late 20s clothed in black and white clothing resembling that of both the mosin and the nagant. On his chest was a tired looking cat that just wanted to sleep its peaceful days away. The apparition was Serey simply. He looked up from his slumber “Ah father Leopoldo to what do I this visit then eh?” “Yes I came to talk to you about something Serey, there is something on my mind about the two kinds of men.” Serey sat up and pulled out a chair from his desk “sit down father and go on” Leopoldo explained about his current state of scrambled mind.