03-27-2008, 04:24 AM
[html]I want to see the look in her eyes,
when her body parts ways with life.
Kezia Havok
_____Her own grandfather had eyes like those, but she'd never met him. Her own bloodline was tainted by poison hues and demonic presences, filled with demons and shadows and spectres. But none of this she knew. Kezia only knew her father, that wolf who was unable to emerge from the darkness, hiding away from the world, alone and cursed for eternity to wander as Cain, branded for sins he hadn't even committed. The white-haired woman, who searched endlessly for mortality, Kezia had meet briefly and she'd told her things about her bloodline. But vague stories from an angel told her honestly nothing of the beings she'd descent from—their lives, their loves, their tragedies.
_____Green-eyed wolf didn't seem to see her where she stood beside the tree in the fog. Tempted to allow him to find her by stepping out into obvious sight, she was further tempted to remain where she was, using the mist to conceal her and play with his mind. "Over here, Green-eyes," Kezia said, resting her back against the tree now, crossing her arms across her chest and regarding the creature from behind her veil of pale vapor. Long hair fell around her face and shoulders, trailing down her back in raven strands and half-covering her features. A smile crept across her lips, but it was far from an expression of friendliness, but rather a show of amusement.
when her body parts ways with life.
Kezia Havok
_____Her own grandfather had eyes like those, but she'd never met him. Her own bloodline was tainted by poison hues and demonic presences, filled with demons and shadows and spectres. But none of this she knew. Kezia only knew her father, that wolf who was unable to emerge from the darkness, hiding away from the world, alone and cursed for eternity to wander as Cain, branded for sins he hadn't even committed. The white-haired woman, who searched endlessly for mortality, Kezia had meet briefly and she'd told her things about her bloodline. But vague stories from an angel told her honestly nothing of the beings she'd descent from—their lives, their loves, their tragedies.
_____Green-eyed wolf didn't seem to see her where she stood beside the tree in the fog. Tempted to allow him to find her by stepping out into obvious sight, she was further tempted to remain where she was, using the mist to conceal her and play with his mind. "Over here, Green-eyes," Kezia said, resting her back against the tree now, crossing her arms across her chest and regarding the creature from behind her veil of pale vapor. Long hair fell around her face and shoulders, trailing down her back in raven strands and half-covering her features. A smile crept across her lips, but it was far from an expression of friendliness, but rather a show of amusement.