Post by jpierce on Sept 24, 2009 23:30:52 GMT -5
Anthony scrubbed the floor of the large mess hall lazily. There were a few other slaves within the room, of course none of which were a werewolf like himself but vampires. He wasn’t sure of their prejudice level towards werewolves but he assumed the worst and kept himself on a side that kept three tables between him and the closest slave. The thought of being so outnumbered left Anthony with an uncomfortable feeling in the bit of his stomach. Even though these vampire’s were wearing shackles, so was he, and he hadn’t spotted a guard around since he was tossed in here to do simple house chores.
Although Anthony wanted to be on his guard, but this undying boredom often dragged his mind away to wander and leave his body to scrub the floor mindlessly. The thoughts of and images of freedom and fighting played out into his mind, the things that filled him with a strange sense of excitement and almost joy. The thing that slightly scared Anthony was the fact that as he continued to live the more his bloodlust grew. This only left Anthony wondering where it would end, or even worst… would it end? A life that was based off death would only leave Anthony back into that lonely craze he had given up once he choose to leave the outskirts, but now that he was here it was no doubt that old habits died hard.
These thoughts brought Anthony to think about the Angels that kept him captive. Although there was a burning anger behind even thinking about those fucking Angel’s, but at the same time he couldn’t deny the sort of glamour to their lives. The thought of having complete control over his emotions, the high degree of training to reinforce the war based culture, and a seemingly wealthy civilization that hadn’t been hear nearly as long as the other races. Of course Anthony could go hours thinking, it was a past time for him. But his mind shot back into reality as the sounds of feet stepping closer sent his head to look up at his new visitor or if the right buttons were pushed… prey.
Although Anthony wanted to be on his guard, but this undying boredom often dragged his mind away to wander and leave his body to scrub the floor mindlessly. The thoughts of and images of freedom and fighting played out into his mind, the things that filled him with a strange sense of excitement and almost joy. The thing that slightly scared Anthony was the fact that as he continued to live the more his bloodlust grew. This only left Anthony wondering where it would end, or even worst… would it end? A life that was based off death would only leave Anthony back into that lonely craze he had given up once he choose to leave the outskirts, but now that he was here it was no doubt that old habits died hard.
These thoughts brought Anthony to think about the Angels that kept him captive. Although there was a burning anger behind even thinking about those fucking Angel’s, but at the same time he couldn’t deny the sort of glamour to their lives. The thought of having complete control over his emotions, the high degree of training to reinforce the war based culture, and a seemingly wealthy civilization that hadn’t been hear nearly as long as the other races. Of course Anthony could go hours thinking, it was a past time for him. But his mind shot back into reality as the sounds of feet stepping closer sent his head to look up at his new visitor or if the right buttons were pushed… prey.