A villain takes with the desire of outsmarting the enemy by any means possible. Saros is no different. He fights the hero, commits evil deeds, and strikes fear into the hearts of all the citizens of Wallowdale, but what he thought to be his nemesis'...
Hello, everyone! I was asked to draw a picture of Saros so that you can all have a better reference on what he looks like. Well, wonder no further! Here he is:
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A contented smile settles on my lips as I shut the book in my hands. At long last, I've finished this godforsaken book. It felt like the whole world had been Hellbent on keeping me from getting to the end, but it was all worth it for that twist end. Boy, was it a doozy. Setting the novel aside, I turn my attention to the man across from me, expecting to find him still in the midst of his book only to be surprised. Saros was fast asleep, doused in warm sunlight that reflected off the white flecks in his darkened skin. His head leaned against the window, and his knees were propped up to his chest to provide a resting place for his folded arms. The book he had been reading was set aside, bookmark on top to show he had finished it. I felt frozen, as if one little move might wake him. He was a quiet sleeper. Soft breaths passed his lips in steady streams as I took the time to examine him more closely now that the opportunity had presented itself.
Those unusual patches of skin almost looked mesmerizing now that I wasn't fearing looking at him directly for too long. Otherworldly, yes, but the way those specks sparkled like stars were so entrancing. He has an oval-shaped face, thin lips and brows, and I noticed now the traces of silver on his eyelashes that stood out amongst the dark patches. Why is it that people always called him ugly in the papers? Sure, maybe he looked unusual, but certainly not hideous. Maybe we were all just clouded by the fear? It was always hard to notice the man under the monster. The longer I stay here, the more I start to realize that Saros might actually be human.
I peer out the window and judge by the sun that it's probably a little past noon. Time flies when lost in the pages of a thrilling story, I suppose. I get up quietly to put my book back on the shelf. I take his as well, leaving the bookmark on the bench, since I don't know where he keeps them. He keeps his books organized by last name of the author, I notice, so I'm sure to put them where they belong. The door was within my sights, clear in the corner of my eye. I kept glancing towards it and then back at Saros. He looked to be in a deep sleep, resting soundly. It would be easy to slip out without him noticing. I contemplated it for a minute, but disregarded it in the end.
