Post by overlord on Nov 9, 2009 17:05:30 GMT -5
The rain pounded down hard brining with it the icy chill of the heavens. Every drop that touched Varanus flesh allowed the cold to slice through him to the bone. He shivered and trembled as he continued to move trying to utilize what heat could be muster from the warm blooded half of his genetics. His body was hunched over as his arms were crossed tight to keep his leather coat shut tight and his scarf was hanging uselessly about his shoulders, drenched and clinging to the leather of his jacket and the flesh of his neck. It would do him no good in the rain, only trap the cold water against him rather than allow heat to stay. His tongue flicked out periodically but he smelled no trace of fire or living creature out in the streets of the city.
Unnatural blonde bangs and brown hair clung to his skull as the water continued to thunder down. On days like this before he had found them survivable down in the storm drains and sewer systems; but the rain had been frequent enough of late that they were now kneed deep with water all around and not worth being trapped in the dark any more. So here he trudged in the world above his head slowly swaying a little side to side as it nearly always did.
There was more to his reasoning at present than he was fully aware of, more to it than simple laws of survival. Varanus was tired and cold, this was true, but there was something else troubling the reptile in the guise of man, something instinct did not know how to amend. He was lonely. This was not a condition isolated ot himself, surely. In a world where danger from other unnatural species lurked at every corner, where in most cases one’s best impulse would be to stab another person when they saw them, for fear of them being a threat to their survival, loneliness was rampant through this world. He had spent most of his life knowing almost no one else, and his reptilian ancestry dictated he was a beast who hunted alone. Still, the human side of this creature was beginning to feel the weight of his constant solitude, though he did not have a name for the condition, nor know how to amend it. He simply could feel that something was not right, and that he was missing something he needed.
Still, the cruel world did not care about the state of one’s heart when it chose to strike. Pleasant company was far less likely to appear than danger. Surely this lone figure wandering the rainy streets was bound to encounter one or the other as he sought out safe shelter and a means to warm his reptilian blood. Booted feet continued to trudge over rainy pavement. His tongue flicked out once more and he became aware of the possibility that he may not be alone on these streets.
Unnatural blonde bangs and brown hair clung to his skull as the water continued to thunder down. On days like this before he had found them survivable down in the storm drains and sewer systems; but the rain had been frequent enough of late that they were now kneed deep with water all around and not worth being trapped in the dark any more. So here he trudged in the world above his head slowly swaying a little side to side as it nearly always did.
There was more to his reasoning at present than he was fully aware of, more to it than simple laws of survival. Varanus was tired and cold, this was true, but there was something else troubling the reptile in the guise of man, something instinct did not know how to amend. He was lonely. This was not a condition isolated ot himself, surely. In a world where danger from other unnatural species lurked at every corner, where in most cases one’s best impulse would be to stab another person when they saw them, for fear of them being a threat to their survival, loneliness was rampant through this world. He had spent most of his life knowing almost no one else, and his reptilian ancestry dictated he was a beast who hunted alone. Still, the human side of this creature was beginning to feel the weight of his constant solitude, though he did not have a name for the condition, nor know how to amend it. He simply could feel that something was not right, and that he was missing something he needed.
Still, the cruel world did not care about the state of one’s heart when it chose to strike. Pleasant company was far less likely to appear than danger. Surely this lone figure wandering the rainy streets was bound to encounter one or the other as he sought out safe shelter and a means to warm his reptilian blood. Booted feet continued to trudge over rainy pavement. His tongue flicked out once more and he became aware of the possibility that he may not be alone on these streets.