03-08-2008, 02:22 AM
[html]mall-caps;color:#660000;">He pulled out the dagger and marveled in the pain he could create.
Snowflakes fluttered lightly through the early morning gloom, landing with a soft hiss on the snow-strewn sands of the beach. The sea was iron-gray and choppy, silenced by distance and the quiet that seemed to settle with the coming of winter and the falling of snow. Sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree, dark hair fell between his fingers, hacked and cut away by the steel knife held in one hand. Something different. A change that was needed, spurred by the negative feelings that he'd brought with him after returning from his search of the surrounding areas. Like a dark sickness rising in his blood and gripping at his soul, anger and depression clawed at his insides, inspired still by the abscence of Kaena and the madness that grew within his head. He hadn't found her. She wasn't anywhere nearby any longer, if even still in this world. He'd ventured further and further away looking for her, but come up without even the trace of a scent or ghost of a footprint. There was no longer anyone around that he was remotely pleased at the sight of. Just hollowness and hatred birthed by his very nature, and descent from that.
He'd grown even gaunter and hollow in the past months from lack of need or desire to eat and remaining almost constantly on the move. Coat once filled with gold had darkened to an almost unnatural color, leaving just traces of a lighter shade beneath the guard hairs. Fingers ran through his mane, savoring the rough, spikey edges that he'd created in the back, leaving the front long as ragged as ever hanging across his face. Returning the knife to it's sheath in the belt of the jeans he wore, he snorted snowflakes from his nose and turned to regard the house just visible in the distance. Gabriel was obviously still leader, with Kaena's lingering abscence and he wondered vaguely if his older sibling had even notice his own scarcity. Or if anyone had. It didn't even matter, honestly. He'd rather they hadn't, for he didn't feel much like answering any inquiries. Loyalty to the clan was waning along with his prescence, and he mused briefly it was even worth it to linger around.
Snowflakes fluttered lightly through the early morning gloom, landing with a soft hiss on the snow-strewn sands of the beach. The sea was iron-gray and choppy, silenced by distance and the quiet that seemed to settle with the coming of winter and the falling of snow. Sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree, dark hair fell between his fingers, hacked and cut away by the steel knife held in one hand. Something different. A change that was needed, spurred by the negative feelings that he'd brought with him after returning from his search of the surrounding areas. Like a dark sickness rising in his blood and gripping at his soul, anger and depression clawed at his insides, inspired still by the abscence of Kaena and the madness that grew within his head. He hadn't found her. She wasn't anywhere nearby any longer, if even still in this world. He'd ventured further and further away looking for her, but come up without even the trace of a scent or ghost of a footprint. There was no longer anyone around that he was remotely pleased at the sight of. Just hollowness and hatred birthed by his very nature, and descent from that.
He'd grown even gaunter and hollow in the past months from lack of need or desire to eat and remaining almost constantly on the move. Coat once filled with gold had darkened to an almost unnatural color, leaving just traces of a lighter shade beneath the guard hairs. Fingers ran through his mane, savoring the rough, spikey edges that he'd created in the back, leaving the front long as ragged as ever hanging across his face. Returning the knife to it's sheath in the belt of the jeans he wore, he snorted snowflakes from his nose and turned to regard the house just visible in the distance. Gabriel was obviously still leader, with Kaena's lingering abscence and he wondered vaguely if his older sibling had even notice his own scarcity. Or if anyone had. It didn't even matter, honestly. He'd rather they hadn't, for he didn't feel much like answering any inquiries. Loyalty to the clan was waning along with his prescence, and he mused briefly it was even worth it to linger around.