Post by Oriana on Sept 11, 2009 19:43:13 GMT -5
Sky blushed faintly changing into the darker yet more appealing version. Shadows slowly began elongating and stretching as sun descended over its daily path. With retreat of day a final scarlet veil unfolded bringing end and beginning at same time. The stripes of gold mixed with upcoming darkness, bluer shades of night. It was a sight that always held some sort of power and attracted eyes. She observed the horizon as the burning sphere sunk deeper under it. The view was beautiful but today carried another meaning, fulfillment of a promise given long ago and renewed before she returned to the stronghold of humanity. Smile crossed her as she stood by the fountain in center of the mysterious playground, eyes looking at the crimson stripe just over the tree line. Behind the sound of water rushing, sliding over central stone eased. Or perhaps it was closeness of something else that stirred a sense of peace.
For a few more moments she stood by the edge of marble hearing the pouring of crystal liquid behind. Braid tapped the exposed back of her halter blouse as she turned to the sudden splashing in the pool. The same small, fish-like creatures as last time swam playfully. Just as last time. But so many things were different. The city, the races residing within its limits, everything has changed abruptly. Arrival of angels caused a series of events that made it clear they had no intention of leaving or coexisting. To them, their culture and civilization concept of peace, if not solely under their terms, was incomprehensible. This realization lead to meetings among each of remaining free kind, both werewolf and human. A pact, treaty was made among them to aid each other in case of danger. In an odd course of what some call destiny the mortal and immortal were brought together with the coming of this new conquest driven race.
Oriana walked away from the playground and towards the building hidden among tall trees. As her foot stepped inside the hall she turned glancing at clear evening sky… Inside it seemed nothing has altered, the sanctuary was untainted. Time froze and clock went back, racing in rhythm until reaching a stormy night. They came here seeking shelter from sudden shower so thick it resembled Niagara falls at a point. Fingers brushed over the doorknob after walking to the sought apartment. Smirk woke upon the rose lips while thumb slowly went over the orb of metal. Gently she opened the door, one hand ready on the hilt of sword in case some other creature decided to claim this location. There was no being… no intruder, simple silence and every familiar piece as they left it. Oriana closed the door behind and entered as smile widened looking at the living room. Untouched. The set of white leather couch and sofas, ellipse coffee table and the fiber rich rug to match. Yes the rug a certain someone liked.
The usual knee high boots took her through the hall that lead past the luxurious and quite extravagant bathroom and the guest room, all leading to the crown of this carefully planned and arranged apartment – master bedroom. Smile became clear, revealing the pearl shine of her teeth. Nothing disturbed. Though it seemed that Strike wasn’t here and still has not arrived. Again thought pulled to the night they promised to return here, to make this place their safe haven and meet whenever life would allow it. Tonight was the full moon, time Oriana usually spent patrolling and no one would find her short absence strange, even though they kept an eye since hearing of what happened. That was one of the perks in being leader; one could come and go without question. Unbuckling the belt filled with compartments and weapons attached hands placed it over the chair. Slowly she strode to the king sized bed, sheets of that crimson satin flashing images of night some time ago as skin of palm made contact. Oriana sat, sighing as she gazed through the glass of tall windows… Night was here. Glancing at the weapons left on the chair and boots placed by it, violet eyes closed. She was tired of it all… Leaning back to settle on the comfortable mattress, she laid down resting and trying to take her mind far from concerns. Here it almost seemed as such thoughts were forbidden. Instead she relaxed in brief quietness, waiting for him.
For a few more moments she stood by the edge of marble hearing the pouring of crystal liquid behind. Braid tapped the exposed back of her halter blouse as she turned to the sudden splashing in the pool. The same small, fish-like creatures as last time swam playfully. Just as last time. But so many things were different. The city, the races residing within its limits, everything has changed abruptly. Arrival of angels caused a series of events that made it clear they had no intention of leaving or coexisting. To them, their culture and civilization concept of peace, if not solely under their terms, was incomprehensible. This realization lead to meetings among each of remaining free kind, both werewolf and human. A pact, treaty was made among them to aid each other in case of danger. In an odd course of what some call destiny the mortal and immortal were brought together with the coming of this new conquest driven race.
Oriana walked away from the playground and towards the building hidden among tall trees. As her foot stepped inside the hall she turned glancing at clear evening sky… Inside it seemed nothing has altered, the sanctuary was untainted. Time froze and clock went back, racing in rhythm until reaching a stormy night. They came here seeking shelter from sudden shower so thick it resembled Niagara falls at a point. Fingers brushed over the doorknob after walking to the sought apartment. Smirk woke upon the rose lips while thumb slowly went over the orb of metal. Gently she opened the door, one hand ready on the hilt of sword in case some other creature decided to claim this location. There was no being… no intruder, simple silence and every familiar piece as they left it. Oriana closed the door behind and entered as smile widened looking at the living room. Untouched. The set of white leather couch and sofas, ellipse coffee table and the fiber rich rug to match. Yes the rug a certain someone liked.
The usual knee high boots took her through the hall that lead past the luxurious and quite extravagant bathroom and the guest room, all leading to the crown of this carefully planned and arranged apartment – master bedroom. Smile became clear, revealing the pearl shine of her teeth. Nothing disturbed. Though it seemed that Strike wasn’t here and still has not arrived. Again thought pulled to the night they promised to return here, to make this place their safe haven and meet whenever life would allow it. Tonight was the full moon, time Oriana usually spent patrolling and no one would find her short absence strange, even though they kept an eye since hearing of what happened. That was one of the perks in being leader; one could come and go without question. Unbuckling the belt filled with compartments and weapons attached hands placed it over the chair. Slowly she strode to the king sized bed, sheets of that crimson satin flashing images of night some time ago as skin of palm made contact. Oriana sat, sighing as she gazed through the glass of tall windows… Night was here. Glancing at the weapons left on the chair and boots placed by it, violet eyes closed. She was tired of it all… Leaning back to settle on the comfortable mattress, she laid down resting and trying to take her mind far from concerns. Here it almost seemed as such thoughts were forbidden. Instead she relaxed in brief quietness, waiting for him.