Post by break on Oct 19, 2010 16:42:06 GMT -5
. The night was cold. The night was dark. Hardly any life stirred across the uniform soil and stone of the dismal graveyard. The old church stood boarded and abandoned, only the very bravest or most foolish of the faithful visited to worship anymore. The more cliché vampires lurked about in shadows of death and despair, the more lost and lonely dug up corpses to call friends. The more deluded robbed graves in hopes that the economy would turn itself around. Whatever the reason, people still visited from time to time. And if they visited that night it was just in time to watch the dead rise. Although, in this time and day that’s little more than an everyday happening.
. A hand stuck straight from wooden coffin. A low groan escaped from the pit it rested within. A moment later the pale bastard pulled himself out of the hole. Covered in dirt, in remarkably good shape though, all things considered. Apart from a few cuts he seemed fine. Once he’d pulled himself onto the dirt with a huff he lay on his back and Galloway split his maw to yawn deeply. It was late evening, near midnight. He looked down at the grave he’d dug up and down into the coffin he’d poached. Galloway stood and somberly tipped the brim of his newly acquired fisherman’s hat as he rolled a corpse back into the hole and into the cozy padded coffin below. A few moments later he’d brought up his large pack and taken hold of the shovel within.
. Galloway set to work burying the body once more, glad that he’d found a comfy inconspicuous place that he could rest for the days. It wasn’t classy, it wasn’t large or filled with entertainment, but the graveyard was safe. And just a little bit amusing. The vampire smiled softly as he patted the earth back into place. A little while later he was shoveling the last bit of dirt and slinging his pack over his shoulder. The time of night-creatures had come again. Thankfully. It was time for a hunt…
((Sorry if it’s a tad short. I’ll give two excuses, 1) I’m low on muse. 2) I seem to be subconsciously averse to doing more than one thread at a time. I almost always disappoint myself in one or both. =P))
. A hand stuck straight from wooden coffin. A low groan escaped from the pit it rested within. A moment later the pale bastard pulled himself out of the hole. Covered in dirt, in remarkably good shape though, all things considered. Apart from a few cuts he seemed fine. Once he’d pulled himself onto the dirt with a huff he lay on his back and Galloway split his maw to yawn deeply. It was late evening, near midnight. He looked down at the grave he’d dug up and down into the coffin he’d poached. Galloway stood and somberly tipped the brim of his newly acquired fisherman’s hat as he rolled a corpse back into the hole and into the cozy padded coffin below. A few moments later he’d brought up his large pack and taken hold of the shovel within.
. Galloway set to work burying the body once more, glad that he’d found a comfy inconspicuous place that he could rest for the days. It wasn’t classy, it wasn’t large or filled with entertainment, but the graveyard was safe. And just a little bit amusing. The vampire smiled softly as he patted the earth back into place. A little while later he was shoveling the last bit of dirt and slinging his pack over his shoulder. The time of night-creatures had come again. Thankfully. It was time for a hunt…
((Sorry if it’s a tad short. I’ll give two excuses, 1) I’m low on muse. 2) I seem to be subconsciously averse to doing more than one thread at a time. I almost always disappoint myself in one or both. =P))