Post by kgbwriter on Aug 31, 2009 0:07:33 GMT -5
. A trifling wind blew the white cloth of Dane's dress shirt into a flapping river across his form. In front was a drop off into a parking lot far below, where some werewolves still milled about, the meeting having ended shortly ago. Behind him was a door leading to the stairwell that would take one into the inner workings of the mall where other lycans lingered to hear the last few words. Hopefully where Magdalene was making her way up to the roof he'd disappeared to. The reason he'd chosen to go there was as a sort of lookout point. It definitely wasn't the best place to be, but he at least had a chance at picking her out if she decided to meld into the shadows instead of coming to speak with him. Downstairs there was too much fur and claw to confuse.
. Somewhere high above the moon floated, encouraging the change of their kind. Influencing Dane into a more at-ease albeit murderous state of mind. Not for her though, Magdalene would be greeted with nothing less than respectful kindness. An eon ago they had first met, becoming somewhat closer than strangers... perhaps only thanks to the influence of alcohol running through the femme's systems... since then they had only met once or twice more and it was something that always haunted his mind whenever thoughts turned to that woman.
. The ancient breath of the wind blew over the decrepit city a second time. Encompassing all of the ruins that Dane sought to capture in his sapphire gaze. The other reason for coming to the roof, despite the countermeasures laid out to prevent attacks from their unfriendly winged guests to the dimension. In the past year the world had only fallen deeper into war, inviting new players to the game, new players who had enslaved their old enemies. Ones Dane still kept... it seemed as though they'd never get out, and that was why Dane was worried for Magda. What he felt couldn't really be called betrayal, as he knew there was no real reason for her to side with him. All the same... it seemed because of that their tradition of impossible amounts of time between meetings might continue. That plenty enough to make him sad.
. “The shadows are blacker than usual...” Dane commented to himself in a huff. Focusing on everything the moon was unable to cast its feeble light upon. Miraculous how something so far away could have such an affect on the events of the Earth. It felt like a metaphor of his life, completely altered by the need to reach a sister so long gone. How many more disappearances could he take in his life? That was exactly why it was so much better to not become connected to anyone... resist the subtle desire to become an attachment to another being. Yet he had failed... twice.
((I wanted it a lot longer but I feel I already prattled on unnecessarily long just to add length to the post... oh well. =P If you deem it unworthy to reply to just let me know.))
. Somewhere high above the moon floated, encouraging the change of their kind. Influencing Dane into a more at-ease albeit murderous state of mind. Not for her though, Magdalene would be greeted with nothing less than respectful kindness. An eon ago they had first met, becoming somewhat closer than strangers... perhaps only thanks to the influence of alcohol running through the femme's systems... since then they had only met once or twice more and it was something that always haunted his mind whenever thoughts turned to that woman.
. The ancient breath of the wind blew over the decrepit city a second time. Encompassing all of the ruins that Dane sought to capture in his sapphire gaze. The other reason for coming to the roof, despite the countermeasures laid out to prevent attacks from their unfriendly winged guests to the dimension. In the past year the world had only fallen deeper into war, inviting new players to the game, new players who had enslaved their old enemies. Ones Dane still kept... it seemed as though they'd never get out, and that was why Dane was worried for Magda. What he felt couldn't really be called betrayal, as he knew there was no real reason for her to side with him. All the same... it seemed because of that their tradition of impossible amounts of time between meetings might continue. That plenty enough to make him sad.
. “The shadows are blacker than usual...” Dane commented to himself in a huff. Focusing on everything the moon was unable to cast its feeble light upon. Miraculous how something so far away could have such an affect on the events of the Earth. It felt like a metaphor of his life, completely altered by the need to reach a sister so long gone. How many more disappearances could he take in his life? That was exactly why it was so much better to not become connected to anyone... resist the subtle desire to become an attachment to another being. Yet he had failed... twice.
((I wanted it a lot longer but I feel I already prattled on unnecessarily long just to add length to the post... oh well. =P If you deem it unworthy to reply to just let me know.))