07-12-2009, 01:48 PM
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Grah, ultra delay of mega fail, sorry! D: 300+ The storms rattled away at the world. How it held up, Lubomir could not know. His body was being buffeted by the elements, which only increased the silence in his heart. Death. So much death and destruction, loneliness and a hunger. A hunger no blood could quench, nothing but the desire for more of the liquid which burned him from the inside and here he was, running from his home towards the sea, as far away from Dahlia as he could. He did not care about distance, did not care about leaving Mew. The grief was too bad, the memories ate at his dreams and until he could find a solution, his home was no longer his. So the grey wolf left his home and travelled far and wide, searching for his need. The lighthouse stood tall in the storm, a sturdy building made of stone, made to stand the ages. It had seen the fall of Man and the rise of Wolf and perhaps it would see even more changes, standing there at the edge of the world. Lubomir regarded it with tired eyes, his mind a million miles away. The rain meant he could not properly smell anything, so he carefully walked closer. What would he do here? Look for alcohol. The answer came swiftly and naturally, something to take the edge off his grief. A little nightcap, just to calm him down. Of course. He had to believe this. Head down, he stepped inside the building and with more air to breathe, his nose noticed the presence of someone else. A female. The Dahlian took a step back, shocked. He had expected to be alone. "I'm sorry. Should I, uh, leave?" He was confused. What in the world to do now, but wait? If he could brave the storm again, he could find the cabin where he'd drunk with the coyote and there would be something there. Hopefully. |