Post by alexis on Nov 1, 2009 13:38:13 GMT -5
THE CITY LOOKS SO PRETTY
Do you wanna burn it with me?
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Cold. The howling winds on the outside of New York were raging, unchallenged by the structures and nature that once barred it. As dawn broke upon the city's horizon, the true extent of the desolation could be witnessed. This was not just another city destroyed in the Chaos that drowned the rest of the world. It was a battleground, and felt as such. Bodies strewn everywhere, the scent of blood upon every breeze. Fresh footprints in the mud. The city was alive.
Which was the exact reason Alexis had chosen to re-enter this city, as she had frequently done nearly a century ago. Her pack, one of the few still standing strong outside this city, learned of the events that befell the Vampires, and of course, the presence of the Angels. the pack was very stereo-typical in that their hatred of Vampires ran very deep. Vampire extermination was their main function. So naturally, the pack enjoyed this little scenario, and thought nothing more of it. Alexis was smarter than this. Enslavement was not something meant for any race, first of all. But more importantly, was the fact that these new comers had the power to do this to another race, in such a short period of time. They were a threat.
Against the wishes of her own people, Alexis, along with a few others who shared her point of view, aimed to return to the city, and see first hand just how bad things were. Already, things weren't looking good, as the 3 she had come with had already fallen to Angels that dwelt just outside the city. Things weren't looking up at all.
Sitting atop the ruins of what appeared to be a water silo, Alexis watched the sun rise through the velvet haze. The wind tugging the ends of the thin red dress, urging her to move forward. But to no avail. The solemn tear from her cerulean orb held her in place for the time being, the last remnant she held of her people other than memory.
Slowly wiping away the lone tear, Alexis turned her sights once more into the city. She had to find a new pack. Lone Werewolves don't flourish. All Alexis knew of the city was that there was a Kragarian, Strike, commanding a pack, though she knew not where. Supposing her best bet was to just wander about until she ran into someone, her worn combat boots met the soft earth, and Alexis began to press forward once more.
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WORD COUNT;; 447
CLOTHES;; Clickyy
MOOD;; Ambitious
TAG;; Open!