Post by crawfort on Sept 30, 2006 1:07:09 GMT -5
It has been almost two decades since he's set foot on these plains, as he had spent those years in hiding alongside the only two people he considered family. His older brother and sister were all he had left, as they had left their home so long ago. And that's no joke, since it's been more than a hundred years since he or his siblings' last visit to Germany. But now he was alone again, aimlessly walking around the shadowy nights of New York alone, or to be covered completely in a pitch-black wardrobe only to be stared at by passer-by's. He didn't mind though, because they had their means to stay in touch. Cellphones, to name one.
The so-called 'Final Battle' has finally been brought to a close, and to his surprise to a peaceful resolve with very little casualty. Not that it was a bad thing. He was exremely greatful it had turned out that way. After witnessing 'both' World Wars unfold, violence was already beginning to give him a bad headache. Watching the 'survivors' of Hiroshima slowly wither as the sun-like radiation ate through there skin like termites to wood... Seeing first-hand as the Nazis tortured the Jews so brutally and mercilessly...
Simply inhuman...
It's funny, how history repeats itself... The playback only being more horrific than the last...' The man drenched in black said to himself in a voice no louder than a whisper, his pitch-black cape fluttering in the breeze with the tall grass in unison as he stared into the bright full moon. The stars glittered across the pale blue sky, only to make it seem even more beautiful than it already was. 'Well, at least it's all over.'
He looked back to the horizon in front of him, and in the distance stood New York City. The tall buildings giving of rays of light from it's glass windows visibly seen from all the way where he was, giving it a sort of broken mirror-like visage. It had never looked so peaceful as it did before. Now that the 'non-human' creatures could finally live alongside 'the normals' without so much as a fuss.
But time will come, that this peace would be broken by some power-hungry maniac, or a group of racists that didn't like their kind around here and would stop at nothing to drive them off for good. But that won't be for a long time... Thankfully...
"Perhaps..." The vampire known as Crawfort said with a tiny smile etched across his blood-red lips. He could feel tiny drops of water fall on his long hair as a light drizzle ensued. He let out a small chuckle and took out a black leather hat with one hand and small, round tinted glasses with the other from his coat and wore them, leaving nothing more but half his face to be seen by anyone who just happened to walk by.
"I better get going then." He said to himself once more before finally walking down the hill and toward the city he had forsaken years ago...
The so-called 'Final Battle' has finally been brought to a close, and to his surprise to a peaceful resolve with very little casualty. Not that it was a bad thing. He was exremely greatful it had turned out that way. After witnessing 'both' World Wars unfold, violence was already beginning to give him a bad headache. Watching the 'survivors' of Hiroshima slowly wither as the sun-like radiation ate through there skin like termites to wood... Seeing first-hand as the Nazis tortured the Jews so brutally and mercilessly...
Simply inhuman...
It's funny, how history repeats itself... The playback only being more horrific than the last...' The man drenched in black said to himself in a voice no louder than a whisper, his pitch-black cape fluttering in the breeze with the tall grass in unison as he stared into the bright full moon. The stars glittered across the pale blue sky, only to make it seem even more beautiful than it already was. 'Well, at least it's all over.'
He looked back to the horizon in front of him, and in the distance stood New York City. The tall buildings giving of rays of light from it's glass windows visibly seen from all the way where he was, giving it a sort of broken mirror-like visage. It had never looked so peaceful as it did before. Now that the 'non-human' creatures could finally live alongside 'the normals' without so much as a fuss.
But time will come, that this peace would be broken by some power-hungry maniac, or a group of racists that didn't like their kind around here and would stop at nothing to drive them off for good. But that won't be for a long time... Thankfully...
"Perhaps..." The vampire known as Crawfort said with a tiny smile etched across his blood-red lips. He could feel tiny drops of water fall on his long hair as a light drizzle ensued. He let out a small chuckle and took out a black leather hat with one hand and small, round tinted glasses with the other from his coat and wore them, leaving nothing more but half his face to be seen by anyone who just happened to walk by.
"I better get going then." He said to himself once more before finally walking down the hill and toward the city he had forsaken years ago...