Post by Magda on Sept 6, 2008 17:48:01 GMT -5
There was a wind up here that hadn't existed far down in the bay below. It was colder up here too, but it wasn't yet bordering on freezing, and thus wasn't cold enough for her to shiver at just yet, no matter how scantily-clad she was. After all, just a few minutes ago, she'd forced herself up the steep trek in order to get here, and her blood was still pumping warmth around her body. She was still panting as her feet strode over the rapidly-leveling ground that marked the topmost reach of Sangue Point.
The railings that once barred off the unsafe edge of the cliff were now gone. Most probably they'd been hacked away and used for the structure of a tramp's patchwork house, leaving the cliff edge accessible for Magda to stand at the very tip and stare down into the vast, glittering ocean below. The weakening rays of the dying sun scraped at the sky like the curled fingers of a dying man, but in their last breath of life, they gave the city something so magnificent. The light filtered across the deep purple sky, bouncing from cloud to cloud and rippling across the glassy surface of the emerald-obsidian sea.
It was as beautiful as she had always remembered it, one of the reasons why Magda wasn't going completely insane at that very moment. As races had fallen, nature had stood it's ground. In the ruin of Humans, darkness of Vampires and survival instinct of the Werewolves, the beauty of the world somehow persevered. What was now tattered, torn, and broken only contrasted how blind they'd all been to the planet itself for so long, and despite these fading memories of what once was and never will be again, Magda was able to smile.
The hem of her long coat flapped about her ankles as it caught the wind. Elbow-length sleeves left her forearms bare but her hands were covered in fingerless gloves. Due to her shorts, weapon straps were wound about her naked thigh, holding her knives and guns in place. Her feet were laced into flat-soled black boots, and a corset-top adorned her torso. Nowadays Magda found little use for clothes that covered her up. Cloth alone was not about to protect you, and Magda preferred to have as much bare flesh on display as socially acceptable so that she could feel the air on her skin better. Small tokens of freedom were greatly appreciated.
Magda turned away from the sky, her burning eyes staring at the silhouette of the dilapidated lighthouse perched a little further back on the flatter face of the cliff. She remembered this place well. She'd come here once or twice the last time the world was in ruin. Back when Humans hunted them, and the Immortals were forced to band together simply to stay alive. She'd hated those times...
Her eyes pulsed a sudden amber glow. She felt the heat in her mind, an unadulterated, uncontrolled anger running amok through her veins. Suddenly, the fury rose up and consumed her, enveloping her for one terrifying second in nothing but thoughts of blood, murder, and destruction. The fire burned her mind and blistered her will, pouring through her eyes and turning the irises violently yellow. Crippled by her own mind, her hands flew to her head as she dropped to her knees, incapable of stopping the snarl that ripped through her vocal chords.
Then, as quickly as it had come the rage diminished. The yellow of her eyes ebbed back into silver-green, leaving a thoroughly shaken Magda on all fours, panting like an animal. She was an animal. In a couple of days the full moon would be upon her and the wolf within would be unleashed. Dane had tried to warn her of the pain, but it was the concept of an uncooperative wolf side that scared her most. Recently, Magda had noticed that anything that sparked up her anger or hatred would combust without a second thought, leaving Magda with nothing but her worst side wreaking havoc in her head, and no way of stopping herself or even controlling it.
Slowly, Magda clambered to her feet, though she was still trembling from her most recent outburst of unsullied anger. Panting slightly from the adrenaline still dominating her bloodstream, she tipped back her head and looked to the heavens for peace, ribbons of ebony hair flicking across her face.
The railings that once barred off the unsafe edge of the cliff were now gone. Most probably they'd been hacked away and used for the structure of a tramp's patchwork house, leaving the cliff edge accessible for Magda to stand at the very tip and stare down into the vast, glittering ocean below. The weakening rays of the dying sun scraped at the sky like the curled fingers of a dying man, but in their last breath of life, they gave the city something so magnificent. The light filtered across the deep purple sky, bouncing from cloud to cloud and rippling across the glassy surface of the emerald-obsidian sea.
It was as beautiful as she had always remembered it, one of the reasons why Magda wasn't going completely insane at that very moment. As races had fallen, nature had stood it's ground. In the ruin of Humans, darkness of Vampires and survival instinct of the Werewolves, the beauty of the world somehow persevered. What was now tattered, torn, and broken only contrasted how blind they'd all been to the planet itself for so long, and despite these fading memories of what once was and never will be again, Magda was able to smile.
The hem of her long coat flapped about her ankles as it caught the wind. Elbow-length sleeves left her forearms bare but her hands were covered in fingerless gloves. Due to her shorts, weapon straps were wound about her naked thigh, holding her knives and guns in place. Her feet were laced into flat-soled black boots, and a corset-top adorned her torso. Nowadays Magda found little use for clothes that covered her up. Cloth alone was not about to protect you, and Magda preferred to have as much bare flesh on display as socially acceptable so that she could feel the air on her skin better. Small tokens of freedom were greatly appreciated.
Magda turned away from the sky, her burning eyes staring at the silhouette of the dilapidated lighthouse perched a little further back on the flatter face of the cliff. She remembered this place well. She'd come here once or twice the last time the world was in ruin. Back when Humans hunted them, and the Immortals were forced to band together simply to stay alive. She'd hated those times...
Her eyes pulsed a sudden amber glow. She felt the heat in her mind, an unadulterated, uncontrolled anger running amok through her veins. Suddenly, the fury rose up and consumed her, enveloping her for one terrifying second in nothing but thoughts of blood, murder, and destruction. The fire burned her mind and blistered her will, pouring through her eyes and turning the irises violently yellow. Crippled by her own mind, her hands flew to her head as she dropped to her knees, incapable of stopping the snarl that ripped through her vocal chords.
Then, as quickly as it had come the rage diminished. The yellow of her eyes ebbed back into silver-green, leaving a thoroughly shaken Magda on all fours, panting like an animal. She was an animal. In a couple of days the full moon would be upon her and the wolf within would be unleashed. Dane had tried to warn her of the pain, but it was the concept of an uncooperative wolf side that scared her most. Recently, Magda had noticed that anything that sparked up her anger or hatred would combust without a second thought, leaving Magda with nothing but her worst side wreaking havoc in her head, and no way of stopping herself or even controlling it.
Slowly, Magda clambered to her feet, though she was still trembling from her most recent outburst of unsullied anger. Panting slightly from the adrenaline still dominating her bloodstream, she tipped back her head and looked to the heavens for peace, ribbons of ebony hair flicking across her face.