don't think this is innocent ― I'll sink my teeth right into it.
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Post by CASSIUS HENRY DELIVORIAS on Aug 19, 2013 12:22:51 GMT
OPEN – WORDS: 606 – NOTES: / The sun settled already, a cloak of darkness embracing the village of Cyris, the dim light of the torches now the only source of light. A soft, almost non-audible sigh escaped the young man's lips as a rush of the cool night breeze stirred through the air. He tilted his head to see the stars but he only saw dark colors of grey covering up the tiny dots which were hidden beneath them, like a beauty hidden from a beast's eyes. The days after his last transformation seemed to pass slowly, more slowly than usual. Still, the inhuman feelings, the need to tear and rip something apart still lingered inside him as they always did. He could feel the aggression tugging at what was left of his humanity, trying to convince him to let go so that the beastly side of him could take over. But his mind refused to, it refused to let go. A werewolf's life wasn't that bad by any means, but it wasn't exactly enjoyable. Sure, additional abilities and enhanced senses were quite usefull at times but as soon as the beast showed itself after transforming it became scary - sometimes to the point where one just wants to tear oneself apart.
After minutes of just staying there and gazing at the night sky the man decided to move along. He walked through the familiar streets of his hometown, dodging the occasional passerby by hiding in the shadows, green eyes scanning the area carefully. His attention turned to a couple of women staggering past him as they crossed ways. He noticed the smiles they flashed him, whispers reaching his sensitive ears as one of them leaned towards him to invite him to join the two for the night. Cassius was tempted but declined their offer, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He watched them as they bid farewell, a delicate, gloved hand brushing his neck before they walked off, his ears still catching the faint giggles as they moved away until out of sight. The werewolf was tempted to join, tempted to follow but something inside him kept him from doing so - keeping him from having fun. Fun was something a human or humanoid being needed to feel happy, and he was the complete opposite right now. While he wasn't really sad or anything similar, but yet he wasn't feeling anything near happiness.
His long legs carried him into a dark alley, the light of the torches not bright enough to lit it. If it wasn't for his enhanced sight he wouldn't have been able to see anything but darkness. Outstretching one arm to the side, he brushed the cold, slightly damp brick wall as long strides carried him forward, further into the alley with different paths interwined making it look like a sort of maze. The sound of his steps echoed through the alley, mixed up with the faint voices, laughter and occasional muffled scream from the smaller alleys. His craving for meat already started to set in after not having eaten for perhaps half a day. The smell of fresh meat - from stray cats, dogs and probably humans and other creatures that lurked around in the area - started to make him feel light headed. His hand rested on the wall for a while before he balled it into a fist, trying to resist the hunger. With a soft growl he draw his arm back and then slammed it back into the wall, bricks cracking as if a hammer hit it. Breathing heavily and eyes closed he waited for the sudden rush of anger to pass.
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Post by VANYA NIMUE ARGALL on Aug 21, 2013 2:08:49 GMT
i hear the songs from the places i was born Without turning her head to look at the sky, Vanya could tell it was getting dark. She could sense the air outside her cloak getting colder as the sun fell, leaving the world in darkness. Normally, this was when she would leave a village and find a place in the unsettled wilderness to stay for the night, rather than pay for a room in an inn. She felt more at ease within nature, perhaps due to her earthly element and species. But for whatever reason, she felt no need to leave. The elf was not tired in the slightest and was content just wandering the city. In her years, Cyris was her least visited village. It was more of a subconscious decision; the majority of people within the village were of the fire element. And many of those people were the sort to look down on users of the earth element, sometimes even getting hostile. Vanya didn't understand how people could be so close-minded, so easy to accept the stereotypes their ancestors had created.
Feeling hunger in her stomach, Vanya decided it best to look for a place to eat. While she carried food in the large bag slung over her shoulder, she would much rather prefer something warm. As it was unlikely the elf would be able to get a meal without staying at a pub or inn, she decided it would be best to stay the night. She wasn't particularly fond of the small room that would be offered to her, but one night certainly wouldn't hurt. Lifting her gaze from the rock-covered ground, her eyes scanned the area to look for such a place. Turning a corner to a larger street, she found a small pub. Entering the building, she was greeted with a mixture of smells - wood, alcohol, and body odor. The latter was unmistakably from the several men laughing together at a table in the center of the room. She could feel eyes on her as she walked around them, even a comment thrown at her. Ignoring the men, she approached who she could only presume was an employee, if not the owner. He was a large, somewhat intimidating man with a bald head and unkempt beard.
Greeting him politely, Vanya requested a room and a meal. Right away, she could tell he was one of them - an arrogant, firm believer of the earth stereotype. But surely he wouldn't turn her away just because of that? She smiled at him and raised her head confidently, hoping he either wouldn't realize she was of the earth element or would let it pass. After a moment he shrugged and told her the going price for a room and meal. She passed over the money, and sat down at a table to wait for the meal. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for the man to bring something out. It was a fairly simple meal; pork and bread with a glass of beer. However, it was warm and much better than the apples and dried meat she had somewhere in her bag. She ate it quickly and thanked the man before heading up the stairs to see her room. As expected, it was a dreary, small room. However, the bed looked much better than what was normal and there was even an oil lamp in the room.
Vanya decided to head out once more for the night, eager to get out of the stuffy building. She was sure she could smell the body odor of the men from her room. Beneath the night sky she felt at home, and certainly happy to feel the cool air on her face. Tilting her head toward the sky, she found that the stars were nowhere to be found, hidden by the masses of clouds. She couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh before heading down the street once more. Vanya enjoyed taking walks, especially at night. She let her legs guide her, as she had no destination in mind. The elf was interested in seeing the village, as she never spent much time at Cyris in particular. Vanya had been walking for quite a while when she found herself stood beside the entrance to a dark alley. From the darkness, she heard a quiet growl. She would have continued on her way, passing off the noise as a dog, but what came shortly after disturbed her. The sound of cracking bricks reached her ears, then a short silence. Curious by the noise, Vanya peeked into the darkness of the alley. The lack of light left her unsettled, but Vanya's curiosity and impulsiveness almost always trumped a feeling of unease. Cautiously walking into the alley, her eyes adjusted enough to see the outline of a man standing beside a wall, where the bricks were most definitely cracked.
"Excuse me," Vanya spoke to him, "Are you alright?" She wasn't quite sure what possessed the man to punch a wall hard enough to crack the brick. "You haven't hurt yourself, have you?" Vanya asked him, her tone expressing her worry. Despite not knowing the man, she couldn't help but worry about his hand. Further thought would have made her realize that anyone strong enough to crack bricks in a wall by punching it would probably be strong enough to not hurt themselves by the action, but it never occurred to the concerned woman. words: 901 | notes: hope this is alright! <3 |
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