04-02-2008, 06:53 PM
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xxxxxThe world was on fire. Flames lite up the horizon like an early sunrise, filling the sky with a hellish glow. Smoke consumed the air, making it hard to breath as the blaze quickly spread, devouring everything in it's path.
xxxxxThe apocalypse was on them.
xxxxxIt was beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
xxxxxDeath was on the air. Death, finality, and yet something more. Change. A new life. Samael wouldn't die in the fire, and so it wasn't the end—not for him. He'd yet to reach his fate, and wreak havoc on the world by his own hand. This was someone else's doing.
xxxxxHe almost envied them.
xxxxxScreams rose above the crackling flames. Cries and calls of souls watching as everything around them burned: their lives and their entire existence. How sad. How little empathy touched him. Paws traced a path across the dark earth, lingering long enough to revel in the sight before outracing the flames. Inferni was gone. But he was able to find their escape path.
xxxxxEven to the end, his loyalty to Kaena's pack was divided, staying with them just for something to do, yet far from willing to die for them. Far from believing himself to have no other options, Samael wanted to track the fleeing clan, following them as they escaped the burning remnants of their former life. Mechanical, machine like he moved through the night, silence pressing save the fading sounds of the end of the world as the distance grew. Smoke and fire lingered in his nose, carried by the wind and lingering on his coat like the ash and soot that'd worked itself into his dark hair.
xxxxxEntering a hilly land in an area he'd never walked before, Samael found the cave where Inferni's remnants lurked, watching the distant glow that marked what had been Bleeding Souls. Slinking quietly toward the others, a scent and presence halted him in his tracks as though he'd hit a solid wall. Crimson eyes growing, surprise crossed the prince's face as he laid eyes on his lost brother. "Molochai," he said simply, otherwise regarding none of the other refugees gathered.
xxxxxThe apocalypse was on them.
xxxxxIt was beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
xxxxxDeath was on the air. Death, finality, and yet something more. Change. A new life. Samael wouldn't die in the fire, and so it wasn't the end—not for him. He'd yet to reach his fate, and wreak havoc on the world by his own hand. This was someone else's doing.
xxxxxHe almost envied them.
xxxxxScreams rose above the crackling flames. Cries and calls of souls watching as everything around them burned: their lives and their entire existence. How sad. How little empathy touched him. Paws traced a path across the dark earth, lingering long enough to revel in the sight before outracing the flames. Inferni was gone. But he was able to find their escape path.
xxxxxEven to the end, his loyalty to Kaena's pack was divided, staying with them just for something to do, yet far from willing to die for them. Far from believing himself to have no other options, Samael wanted to track the fleeing clan, following them as they escaped the burning remnants of their former life. Mechanical, machine like he moved through the night, silence pressing save the fading sounds of the end of the world as the distance grew. Smoke and fire lingered in his nose, carried by the wind and lingering on his coat like the ash and soot that'd worked itself into his dark hair.
xxxxxEntering a hilly land in an area he'd never walked before, Samael found the cave where Inferni's remnants lurked, watching the distant glow that marked what had been Bleeding Souls. Slinking quietly toward the others, a scent and presence halted him in his tracks as though he'd hit a solid wall. Crimson eyes growing, surprise crossed the prince's face as he laid eyes on his lost brother. "Molochai," he said simply, otherwise regarding none of the other refugees gathered.