Post by ivan on Dec 23, 2008 23:13:45 GMT -5
There he stood. Alone. Eyes closed he felt the cold morning breeze blowing over the ocean before him and hitting his face. He could smell the salt on the air, and it all was something close to soothing for him. The sound of the waves lapping up against the beach, crashing against the docks a ways off in the distance. It all was so simple. It was nature at its finest. Simple and beautiful, the way that all things should be. Sadly enough, it seemed like less and less in this world was managing to be that way anymore.
Opening his eyes, the Outsider looked out to the see, black eyes unblinking as he starred out to the blue before him. Sighing, the man plopped down, and grabbing his duffle bag, began digging through it. Settling back, Ivan was content with his meal of warm beans from the can and an old bottle of wine he had managed to find. Stuffing the beans into his mouth, he tried to ignore the fact that the food tasted like ash in his mouth, and wine like nothing. He knew what his body wanted, but it wasn't something he was ready to embrace yet. It wasn't something he was ready to start with.
Looking down, his eyes starred upon his forearm where the black veins seemed to criss-cross upon his arm. Tilting his head to the side, Ivan lifted his arm to his nose and sniffed lightly. He stunk of death. Not like the leaches, they smelt of death and decay. No, Ivan smelt like true death, like one who brought it with him. Which in his mind he thought to be all the worse. He knew wherever he went he would be seen as evil now, he would be seen as a monster worth destroying. Ivan thought it was almost humerous, how his people had forsaken him so quickly. Already once he had fought against them, he had almost killed.
Snarling in anger, Ivan felt himself losing control for a moment and suddenly his fist struck the ground beside him, his fist carrying on several inches into the ground. Looking down, Ivan sighed. Funny how differently people saw the world. To Stramn this would be a gift beyond gifts. As he looked upon the wound he had cleaved into the ground he knew he now possessed the strength of his hybrid form while a human, and transformed he went beyond anything he had ever imagined; but it wasn't anything he wanted. He didn't want power. Looking back out to the see simply sat there. Alone.
How much he missed her. Not a day went by when he didn't think about Trisha. When he didn't remember for this few short months how he got to wake up every morning and see her smile, see her face. How he could hold her, kiss her. The sound of her voice when she told him she had loved him. That was the truth behind his hatred for this power. It was a reminder of what he had given up to get it.
"Don't see it like that..." Ivan heard that little voice in his head and knew right away it was the Outsider within him speaking. They had been through this debate many times now. The only common ground they had come to was with this new power Ivan had the ability to destroy what he despised most in this world. Strike and his precious Wolves. The very thought brought his blood to a boil. He hated them all. And for what reason? Well the simple reason that they were a reminder of what he could no longer have. Outsiders had no Packs, no Covens. They simply listened to Ivan because he was one of them and he was strong. They obeyed the power. He lacked anything true from them. Grabbing the bottle Ivan attempted to drown all of it out.
So there he sat. Possibly the first of a new breed; an intelligent Outsider. Forsaken and alone. Granted power he did not want to crush those he did not need. Ivan. The man stood, walking closer to the edge of the cliff. How badly he wished to hurl himself to his death, to end his own life in that moment. Glancing up at the skies above, black orbs starring into the glowing sun he knew he couldn't. He wasn't a quitter. He would make the world feel his torment, his pain. He would share it with them all. They had cast him out, labeled him a monster and evil. Fine, if that's what they wanted he would oblige them. They could know for eternity he was a beast they had created.
Opening his eyes, the Outsider looked out to the see, black eyes unblinking as he starred out to the blue before him. Sighing, the man plopped down, and grabbing his duffle bag, began digging through it. Settling back, Ivan was content with his meal of warm beans from the can and an old bottle of wine he had managed to find. Stuffing the beans into his mouth, he tried to ignore the fact that the food tasted like ash in his mouth, and wine like nothing. He knew what his body wanted, but it wasn't something he was ready to embrace yet. It wasn't something he was ready to start with.
Looking down, his eyes starred upon his forearm where the black veins seemed to criss-cross upon his arm. Tilting his head to the side, Ivan lifted his arm to his nose and sniffed lightly. He stunk of death. Not like the leaches, they smelt of death and decay. No, Ivan smelt like true death, like one who brought it with him. Which in his mind he thought to be all the worse. He knew wherever he went he would be seen as evil now, he would be seen as a monster worth destroying. Ivan thought it was almost humerous, how his people had forsaken him so quickly. Already once he had fought against them, he had almost killed.
Snarling in anger, Ivan felt himself losing control for a moment and suddenly his fist struck the ground beside him, his fist carrying on several inches into the ground. Looking down, Ivan sighed. Funny how differently people saw the world. To Stramn this would be a gift beyond gifts. As he looked upon the wound he had cleaved into the ground he knew he now possessed the strength of his hybrid form while a human, and transformed he went beyond anything he had ever imagined; but it wasn't anything he wanted. He didn't want power. Looking back out to the see simply sat there. Alone.
How much he missed her. Not a day went by when he didn't think about Trisha. When he didn't remember for this few short months how he got to wake up every morning and see her smile, see her face. How he could hold her, kiss her. The sound of her voice when she told him she had loved him. That was the truth behind his hatred for this power. It was a reminder of what he had given up to get it.
"Don't see it like that..." Ivan heard that little voice in his head and knew right away it was the Outsider within him speaking. They had been through this debate many times now. The only common ground they had come to was with this new power Ivan had the ability to destroy what he despised most in this world. Strike and his precious Wolves. The very thought brought his blood to a boil. He hated them all. And for what reason? Well the simple reason that they were a reminder of what he could no longer have. Outsiders had no Packs, no Covens. They simply listened to Ivan because he was one of them and he was strong. They obeyed the power. He lacked anything true from them. Grabbing the bottle Ivan attempted to drown all of it out.
So there he sat. Possibly the first of a new breed; an intelligent Outsider. Forsaken and alone. Granted power he did not want to crush those he did not need. Ivan. The man stood, walking closer to the edge of the cliff. How badly he wished to hurl himself to his death, to end his own life in that moment. Glancing up at the skies above, black orbs starring into the glowing sun he knew he couldn't. He wasn't a quitter. He would make the world feel his torment, his pain. He would share it with them all. They had cast him out, labeled him a monster and evil. Fine, if that's what they wanted he would oblige them. They could know for eternity he was a beast they had created.