Desserted World

Enter: Valiant.

  Bright.
  He opened his eyes and squinted painfully at his surroundings.
  Blink.
  He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't remember much at all. Who was he? Why was he? What was he? Where was he?
  He wandered over to a crystal blue puddle and stared at his reflection, trying to recognize any part of himself.
  Reflection.
  He found himself knowing words he understood without reason. He found himself possessing an awareness that he felt he should not have, and he needed to find out why... But first and foremost, he needed to find his identity.
  He observed his face, he smiled. His teeth were many- White as pearls- And very sharp- But his facial features were soft. His eyes of many colours seemed to possess an iridescent quality, his irises shimmering in purples pinks and blues as the light of the late evening sun reflected upon them. Surrounding them, his eyes were blacker than black, and his pupils large and dilated. His skin was as white as his teeth, his hair just as fair. It fell in short gentle waves across his forehead.
  The sun began to sink in the pastel pink sky, what an odd place this was- There was so little he knew, but he knew enough to understand that there was something truly unusual about this place. He made his way towards the sun, unsure of where he might be led, all he knew was what he felt, and something pulled him in that particular direction. Was it an instinct he possessed? Was it fate? He wondered if he had any choice but to follow his gut.
  The sky was slowly fading from pink, to peach, to deep purple, and rising opposite the setting sun was a spectacular moon, it had rings around it, shone a brilliant silver, and was hailed by an assembly of stars. He could see the sun falling away, out of sight. He began to run. The field seemed endless, and he was suddenly frightened, he felt naked, his lack of knowledge made him vulnerable, and he did not like that feeling.
  In the distance he saw lights- Flashing lights- Strobe lights. He paused for a moment, panting, his breath now visible in the cool night air. He quickly regained his composure, and sprinted for shelter. As he approached, he heard a faint hum, felt it pounding in his chest. Bass. He burst through the doorway, down the hall and into a room, tearing down a beaded curtain in the process. The music was deafening, and the flashing lights were disorienting. 

  It was a bar.
  

  What the Hell was a bar?

  He took a moment to assess his surroundings.  Nobody looked quite right. Serving cocktails was a tall man, he had thin solid white eyes, and white fangs. His complexion was dark, matching the shade of his trench coat, and fedora, which had a white band wrapped around it. His shoes were of a similarly dark shade, and he wore white spats. He was serving drinks to a young winged woman, her complexion was of a pale pink, her irises were a dark red, as were her lips which matched her short red hair. It was worn in a short bob cut, and her bangs were neatly gathered in a swirl, upon her forehead. She wore a red corset bodysuit, fishnet stockings, and red sequin stilettos. They were making casual conversation, her left leg was folded neatly over her right, it was plain to see that she was quite tall.

  Over in the corner of the room sat a younger woman of shorter and rounder stature. Her skin was a light purple, her hair was voluminous and split midway, half blue and half pink. Her eyes mirrored these colours, and her ears- How odd, the ears of a cat, matched her hair. She watched the couple at the bar, silently. Her eyelashes were very long, there was something doll-like about her appearance. Sitting at a separate table, was a creature most peculiar. A satyr-like being, smooth and black in shade, it possessed the lower body of a stag, but the upper body of a man. It had the slightly shorted neck and ears of a horse, the elongated face of a cat, and long green antlers comprised of fennel leaves and stems. Its eyes, much like those of the man at the bar, were a solid white. It appeared to smile, and yet there was something he feared about it. Though at the ends of its hind legs were cloven hooves, it's frontal limbs possessed human hands- and arms. It sipped a cup of tea, and smiled at him in such a way that made the young wanderer feel uneasy. He averted his gaze.
  The man at the bar cocked his head, and his eyes narrowed, he appeared to be smirking. "And just who might you be?" he asked in a low and smooth voice. He paused to think, for he still did not know the answer to the man's question. After a moment, he looked up and grinned- "You can call me Valiant."