Post by viktor on Dec 15, 2009 8:39:03 GMT -5
Viktor lay in his bed as the cold night rain came through his broken ceiling and soaked his body and bed. He lay looking at the stars as he did on many nights. The world and every problem in it seemed so much smaller this way. He was content in the knowledge that there was so much bigger shit going on in the universe.
With a swift motion he sat up. He could lay there no longer. Sleep would not come to him while his mind wandered it's own innner depths. He took a smell of the night air and could smell many scents. There had been a few people in "his home" as of recent that had somehow avoided being seen by him while they were here for whatever short time they were. Their luck would soon run out though. Viktor while being in somewhat of a pack still had a lone side of him existant within the domain of his being. This side strongly called to him. It rivaled the pack essence and routines that he had developed along much of his life.
He walked into the hall ever slowly as the water poured off of him. Then... It stopped... Go figure that the one area with an intact roof would be the damned hallways. It was just Viktor's kinda of luck. Yet with the way this building was and how the structure's remains made no sense it was just Vik's style. He slowly began to stroll as he did what he called "security sweeps". He walked along the halls making sure no soul was within his walls. Once this was done and his thinking was over maybe then he could catch a nap while the night was young.
With a swift motion he sat up. He could lay there no longer. Sleep would not come to him while his mind wandered it's own innner depths. He took a smell of the night air and could smell many scents. There had been a few people in "his home" as of recent that had somehow avoided being seen by him while they were here for whatever short time they were. Their luck would soon run out though. Viktor while being in somewhat of a pack still had a lone side of him existant within the domain of his being. This side strongly called to him. It rivaled the pack essence and routines that he had developed along much of his life.
He walked into the hall ever slowly as the water poured off of him. Then... It stopped... Go figure that the one area with an intact roof would be the damned hallways. It was just Viktor's kinda of luck. Yet with the way this building was and how the structure's remains made no sense it was just Vik's style. He slowly began to stroll as he did what he called "security sweeps". He walked along the halls making sure no soul was within his walls. Once this was done and his thinking was over maybe then he could catch a nap while the night was young.