Post by brady on Jul 22, 2010 23:43:44 GMT -5
It's all the same.. only the names will C H A N G E
[/font][/center] The wind teased the leaves, coyly winding through the boughs, the slender branches of the trees shivering. A shaft of sunlight skirted the edges of the shadows billowing out from the dark silhouettes of the landscape. A breath of warm breeze fanned out across Darclen's bronzed skin, tousling his dim golden hair, flipping strands playfully into his green eyes. He swatted away his bangs with one idle hand, his calloused fingers tucking the rebellious locks behind one pierced ear.
His piercing evergreen gaze sought out the horizon, surveying the seductive curves of the forest in the distance. They called out to him, begging him to slip into their depths and lose himself in the vast crevices of the wild. To never again utter a word with his tongue but to communicate with his body, with his eyes and his teeth and hands. To be a feral creature of the darkness. Such a tempting offer... the allure almost dragged him to the edge of the woodland. But his mind anchored his unruly feet to the cracked pavement and reminded him of why he'd come this far. Why he'd finally emerged from the damp undergrowth and ventured so close to civilization. It was like an internal timer had been set in his stomach, allowing him only so much time to dwell in silence and avoid the world. But after one day, the beeper went off. And then he just knew.
He continued trudging down the abandoned highway, his eyes flitting to the signs briefly-- but he followed his instincts, his senses, not signs that could lead him astray. He paid no attention to the warnings of whose territory he was in. Demon or angel, it mattered not. They were part of a different ball game. Different species, different world, not his problem. He inhaled the old scents circling him. It was dust and rust and clean fresh air tainted with death and emptiness. This place might have once been beautiful but humans had come with their destructive weapons and their evil intentions and crushed nature. Not that they even put to use what they took. Instead, they left the road to its desolation. It was a haunting echo of despair. A graveyard.
His lips twitched up in a minute growl before he remembered himself. He had to fit in and snarling wasn't normal human behavior. Not that he wanted to be a normal human. No, they were weak, pathetic, useless. He just didn't want to be mobbed or anything. Why cause such a delay?
[/size]"Darclen. Darclen. Hello, I'm Darclen.."His piercing evergreen gaze sought out the horizon, surveying the seductive curves of the forest in the distance. They called out to him, begging him to slip into their depths and lose himself in the vast crevices of the wild. To never again utter a word with his tongue but to communicate with his body, with his eyes and his teeth and hands. To be a feral creature of the darkness. Such a tempting offer... the allure almost dragged him to the edge of the woodland. But his mind anchored his unruly feet to the cracked pavement and reminded him of why he'd come this far. Why he'd finally emerged from the damp undergrowth and ventured so close to civilization. It was like an internal timer had been set in his stomach, allowing him only so much time to dwell in silence and avoid the world. But after one day, the beeper went off. And then he just knew.
He continued trudging down the abandoned highway, his eyes flitting to the signs briefly-- but he followed his instincts, his senses, not signs that could lead him astray. He paid no attention to the warnings of whose territory he was in. Demon or angel, it mattered not. They were part of a different ball game. Different species, different world, not his problem. He inhaled the old scents circling him. It was dust and rust and clean fresh air tainted with death and emptiness. This place might have once been beautiful but humans had come with their destructive weapons and their evil intentions and crushed nature. Not that they even put to use what they took. Instead, they left the road to its desolation. It was a haunting echo of despair. A graveyard.
His lips twitched up in a minute growl before he remembered himself. He had to fit in and snarling wasn't normal human behavior. Not that he wanted to be a normal human. No, they were weak, pathetic, useless. He just didn't want to be mobbed or anything. Why cause such a delay?
He tasted the english in his mouth, trying to chew up the syllables and spit them out into his name. It had been ever so long since such a thing was necessary. He felt like an alien speaking a foreign language he'd learned by reading the back of a cereal box.
[/color]"Darclen... hi, I'm Darclen. Darclen Aldrich. Aldrich? Rich.... Aldrich? Oh, condemn it,"
He muttered, unconsciously raising a hand to rub the back of his neck anxiously. I suck at this he thought dryly. Dropping his arm back to his side, he exhaled roughly and began the wearisome walk back to town once more. It was a long way. Plenty of time to practice my English, I suppose he mused.
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