Bad Moon Rising
Posted: 19 Nov 2013, 06:44
Elizabeth / PM to enter
He stood on the edge of darkness. It was not the dark of the approaching night painting the sky in shades of violets and blues and deep dark purples. It was not the dark of the encroaching shadows creeping along the ground like claws reaching. It was not the dark of the City in which things stirred that rightly should not stir in a sane world.
It was the darkness of the soul in which burned the black flames of Pride. The Pride of a wolf, a beast among beasts and the pride of a man, a monster amongst men. His amber eyes darkened as they skimmed the surface of the water, far behind him the echoes of the City coming alive for the night as some went to bed and others woke up. Night fell as he stood in its cold breath utterly unfeeling, a statue, a remnant of a time only one other person had true knowledge of.
The water lapped at the shale as the wind rippled across it, he did not notice it nor did he care to. His sight, his vision was turned inward to a past not so long ago and yet it seemed lifetimes have passed since. He stood there reflecting on the past and path that lead up to this point. He stood there waiting for her.
Would she come to draw his blood and paint her wrath crimson or would she come as she once would, to find reason in the chaos that had become their lives.
He did not understand it, the wolf didn't understand it.
What had changed so drastically, where did they go wrong?
Jacob put the filter between his lips. The flare of the Zippo striking flame danced yellow across his features and he drew in breath casting his features in sharp harsh hues before winking out into darkness again. The smoke cooled down his throat settling in his lungs like a thunder cloud or was that just the mixed emotions that had him standing here waiting for her.
The cigarette burned his lips and he spat the spent thing out, he'd not noticed that he'd finished smoking it. A sarcastic smile twisted his lips as he saw dark humor in that. These were dark times only to become darker still if things followed the set path they seemed to be on at the moment.
If worse came to worse then he would take his wolves and settle for a while in his forest, but that would be later. The vampires were becoming ridiculous, barreling straight towards their own end and he wasn't of a mind to follow that end.
Jake turned his eyes to the moon, high in sky and climbing.
What would you say if you had a voice? Would you even bother to comment? His smile twisted into something cruel. "I wish I could do that, but I can not..."
He stood on the edge of darkness. It was not the dark of the approaching night painting the sky in shades of violets and blues and deep dark purples. It was not the dark of the encroaching shadows creeping along the ground like claws reaching. It was not the dark of the City in which things stirred that rightly should not stir in a sane world.
It was the darkness of the soul in which burned the black flames of Pride. The Pride of a wolf, a beast among beasts and the pride of a man, a monster amongst men. His amber eyes darkened as they skimmed the surface of the water, far behind him the echoes of the City coming alive for the night as some went to bed and others woke up. Night fell as he stood in its cold breath utterly unfeeling, a statue, a remnant of a time only one other person had true knowledge of.
The water lapped at the shale as the wind rippled across it, he did not notice it nor did he care to. His sight, his vision was turned inward to a past not so long ago and yet it seemed lifetimes have passed since. He stood there reflecting on the past and path that lead up to this point. He stood there waiting for her.
Would she come to draw his blood and paint her wrath crimson or would she come as she once would, to find reason in the chaos that had become their lives.
He did not understand it, the wolf didn't understand it.
What had changed so drastically, where did they go wrong?
Jacob put the filter between his lips. The flare of the Zippo striking flame danced yellow across his features and he drew in breath casting his features in sharp harsh hues before winking out into darkness again. The smoke cooled down his throat settling in his lungs like a thunder cloud or was that just the mixed emotions that had him standing here waiting for her.
The cigarette burned his lips and he spat the spent thing out, he'd not noticed that he'd finished smoking it. A sarcastic smile twisted his lips as he saw dark humor in that. These were dark times only to become darker still if things followed the set path they seemed to be on at the moment.
If worse came to worse then he would take his wolves and settle for a while in his forest, but that would be later. The vampires were becoming ridiculous, barreling straight towards their own end and he wasn't of a mind to follow that end.
Jake turned his eyes to the moon, high in sky and climbing.
What would you say if you had a voice? Would you even bother to comment? His smile twisted into something cruel. "I wish I could do that, but I can not..."