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Aug 20, 2005 23:24:25 GMT
Post by dwts2418 on Aug 20, 2005 23:24:25 GMT
Changing back into his human form, Adam walked into the graveyard. A soft, but unseasonably chilly late-summer's breeze whistled in between the gravestones, whispering to Adam his eulogy. He sighed, quietly, listening for what he was sure would be the last time to the noises of the night, the sounds that had lulled him to sleep for the past month, but now more than ever. He would miss it, but the it was the price he must pay. Adam continued walking until he reached the center of the center of the graveyard, where a large marble fountain surrounded by elegant mausoleums stood as the only witnesses to the end of a tragedy. Looking around, Adam thought it would be a fitting time and place, the twilight hours in the graveyard, when even the sun submitted to the power of darkness.
Moonlight glinted off of the beautifully ornate silver dagger Adam drew out from one of the pockets of the black trench coat he had taken to wearing lately. He looked down at the reflective surface, staring into his eyes, his soul, asking himself for the last time, Am I ready to do what has to be done? He nodded to himself, quietly thinking about all the reasons why. It must be done, and it must be done now. Setting the dagger down, Adam reached into the coat once more and pulled out a carton of cigarettes, and put one of the sticks between his fingers. He had never before smoked, but it seemed almost an appropriate thing to do, a final rebellious act against life itself. A wry smile crossed his face as he slid the cigarette between his lips, and lit up.
Adam looked up at the sky, and at the sliver of moon becoming more visible by the moment, was seemingly nestled between the clouds. Smiling, Adam blew a puff of smoke, and waved up at it. Soon, very soon I'll join you in your vigil over this Earth. His smile turned bitter, and he took another drag. Or perhaps I'll go to hell... In the end, it doesn't matter. Adam laughed, making him choke on the smoke that still filled his lungs. It doesn't matter. The thought of eternal torment doesn't matter. "You deserve it anyway" he whispered to himself, dropping the cigarette and extinguishing it with the end with his shoe on the cobblestones.
Adam felt tears stream down his face as he lifted the blade and held it parallel to his heart. Goodbye my love, I'm sorry I failed you. I can only hope that you can forgive me for what it is I have done. Thinking the words reminded Adam why it was he was there in the first place. It had been mere hours ago, and he had been hunting in the forest, when suddenly he happened upon a person. A no one, maybe a muggle, maybe not, but a human being none the less, a human being, and he had killed them, and tasted of the flesh of man. And it had been ecstasy. Shuddering, Adam realigned the dagger, and prepared himself for the pain.
After a moment of utter silence, Adam opened his eyes. The dagger was held inches away from his chest by arms shaking uncontrollably. "Damn it, go in! Do it! Are you afraid to die?! You should be afraid to live after what you've done!" But even after yelling at himself, Adam could bring the blade no closer. Letting his muscles relax, Adam heard the dagger clatter loudly, echoing through the silence and fell to his knees, weeping softly, "Forgive me.... please... forgive me... I just want it to end."
OOC: Not invite only, just really bored
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Aug 21, 2005 19:33:49 GMT
Post by Fae Van Vorst on Aug 21, 2005 19:33:49 GMT
Fae had been wandering among the cold headstones for some time now, the freezing wind catching her cloak and causing it billow behind her as she walked down an invisible path. She was as silent as the bodies below her, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought, white blonde hair whipping across her face as the wind picked up speed.
As soon it calmed, her dark emerald cloak fell back to her heeled feet, brushing the leaves on the ground ever so slightly. That's when she heard the whispering, the crying, and the clatter of a knife. She sniffed the air, much like a cat, detecting the scent of burning tobacco.
Her eyes narrowed as she followed the sounds until she found herself looking down at a young man, breath catching in her throat as she heard the distinct sounds of crying. She stayed silent, feeling as if she had interrupted something very private.
OOC: Ugh, it feels like my writing just keeps getting worse.
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Lizzie
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Aug 28, 2005 16:24:49 GMT
Post by Lizzie on Aug 28, 2005 16:24:49 GMT
Why do you feel such remorse and guilt for doing something that is part of your nature? A voice asked in his mind, soft and curious. A gentle probing had given her the information she sought, and she didn't feel and shame in invading the lycan's privacy. Recently turned and having recently committed his first kill, he was reacting in the way those lycans who still clung to their humanity act.
Paws padded silently, circling the man and human, until a sleek wolf stepped from the shadows to their right. Black fur covered the slim- yet powerful- body, causing the illusion of being one with those shadows that so insistently haunted the night. Slanted amethyst eyes stared at the wolf-man, before moving to the girl.
You shouldn't be out here so late. she sent her simply, moments before she morphed into her other form. Fur retracted, pale skin took it's place. Human feet and hands replaced her paws, bones popped and stretched as her spine formed in the human way. The fur on her head lengthened into long black curls. Thankfully she'd managed to keep her clothes on during the change, the first time in her life; faded denim jeans and a black blouse covered parts of her body.
Her bare feet took her over to where the blade had fallen, bending down she took it in her hand. It was light weight and lethal, the perfect weapon for suicide or murder. Moving until she knelt a few feet away from the lycan, she spun the sharp side of the knife between her fingers, drawing forth thin lines of blood as it cut into her skin.
The small cuts burned, silver did that to a lycan. It could kill her if too much got in her system, but she shrugged it off, it wasn't enough silver to be deadly, not yet at any rate. She'd have it checked out later if need be, and if it did kill her, then so be it. Snapping her wrist she sent the blade flying, it missed his head by only a few inches, landing instead in the bark of a nearby tree.
"Survival of the fittest, hunt or be hunted..." she stated haughtily, a perfectly shaped brow lifted.
Edit: Had to fit in the whole silver thing.
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Aug 28, 2005 16:52:56 GMT
Post by serin on Aug 28, 2005 16:52:56 GMT
Rei had caught the familiar scent a few moments back. The wind was blowing in his favor, he knew how to stalk prey he had been doing it sense a few months after his birth. Rei was a born lycan his natural abilities as well as urges were more under his control. He moved slowly not making a single sound as he neared Lizzie’s scent. He had known her sense they were young, and he was shocked when he found her scent so close.
As he neared Lizzie’s scent two more scents came to him, one of a lycan and one of a human. He didn’t stop merely slowed down a little. He unlike Lizzie had no anger towards humans but if they wanted a fight he would tear them to shreds. He got closer only around fifty feet or so from Lizzie. He could see the glint of the silver weapon as she threw it, and the small scent of blood with a hint of silver just not enough to seriously harm a lycan.
He stayed quiet then wind blowing their scents to his nose. They would not be able to sense him there without the wind changing or catching a stray thought, which was doubtful as he kept a tight reign on them. He waited to see what was happening before making any sort of move.
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Oct 23, 2005 5:04:28 GMT
Post by dwts2418 on Oct 23, 2005 5:04:28 GMT
"Part of my nature?" Adam asked, in a hoarse voice, barely above a whisper. He leaned back, considering what the female Lycan had said. Part of my nature? I suppose it is now. He longed to hunt, and more than that, he longed to find a pack to call his home, but he was afraid... oh so afraid of what lurked inside. He lifted a hand to wipe the cool sweat from his face, and immediately dropped it again with a nervous gasp. Upon his hands he saw the blood, and heard the voices, begging, pleading, screaming for mercy then finally, the silence that followed. that was the worst part of all, standing as a mute witness to his sin.
Tearing his mind away from those thoughts, Adam asked, still trying to regain his composure and to steady his voice, "Did you just decide one day that you were tired of being human? That since you had given up on your humanity, it was no longer important to be compassionate, or merciful? Or were you ever human? Did you ever know that pain? Did... no, do you know love? Is that my fate, to lose my soul, my humanity?"
Not waiting for a response, Adam looked over to the tree where his dagger was now firmly lodged. He stood up, or tried to, his shaking knees making it difficult, but he finally managed to get himself upright. Then walking over to the oak, he carefully grasped the handle of the blade, and pulled it out, making sure he did not break the shining edge, and then sheathed the dagger. It was a comfort to once again feel its weight at his side, despite the fact it was the blade that he had meant to kill himself with. He had no intention of leaving such a fine weapon where anyone else could find it, and besides, he still wasn't sure about the Lycaness, or any other Lycan for that matter.
Adam turned to face the source of the voice in his head, and was mildly surprised. From the air of command and knowledge she seemed to carry in her voice, Adam had assumed she was older, but to him she appeared roughly his own age. Then again, Lycans were immortal, so there was no telling how old she really was. Her amethyst eyes were focused on him, and he felt suddenly... like he mattered. Suddenly, he had a very strong desire to hunt with his brothers and sisters, a want to be with his own kind, the Lycans. That was where he belonged, not here, with dead humans, or near any humans at all. A small voice whispered to Adam, and tried to remind him of something he once loved. But thats all it was... a whisper. "Survival of the fittest... hunt or be hunted," Adam intoned. She was right, but he didn't know if he was ready to hunt. "Please," Adam whispered quietly, "Teach me." And the voice in his head began to weep.
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Nov 5, 2005 19:32:15 GMT
Post by Lizzie on Nov 5, 2005 19:32:15 GMT
"I was never human." she answered simply, "But even beasts can be merciful and compassionate. Even beasts can feel love and pain. It's not just humans that carry souls."
She could almost see the internal battle going on in him. She knew he must feel the urge to hunt, to kill, to run and feast. But he was still new to the lycan world, and there was enough human in him to make him feel guilt over his new instincts and urges. Briefly she wondered how he must feel, she'd never had to go through that particular inner war, so she couldn't completely understand what it was like.
"We aren't so different from humans, merely stronger. Humans also kill for food. they eat other creatures, even if they do just buy them then cook them. I don't see why you should feel guilt over killing humans, so long as you don't kill pointlessly. Humans murder, just as we do, but they murder for stupid reasons, power and greed." she said, just as he turned to wards her. His surprise as he turned to look on her brought a smile to her lips, obviously she didn't look as old as he expected. His last words, though, brought a look of surprise to her face.
"Teach you?" she asked, as if she hadn't understood. She'd never mentored anyone in the ways of the lycans, due to the fact that she hadn't really met many turned lycans before. After a moment, she nodded her head slightly, and said "Alright."
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