03-12-2008, 04:01 AM
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xxxxxFire burned in the sky from the setting sun, setting the decrepit building awash with golden light. Sitting in a window overlooking the swampland, blood dripped down the window frame in dark paths to pool on the ground — the source a rabbit Samael was carefully cutting apart. Slowly tearing the skin from the muscle, hollow, glazed eyes stared up from a soft, brown face, only moments ago alive and racing across the mucky swamp. Licking crimson from the tips of his claws, he tore off a piece of the animal, contemplating the piece of flesh briefly before placing it between his fangs. Eating wasn't a common past time for the coyote, though killing was another thing, keeping claws sharp and wits trained. But he'd grown weak from lack of consumption the past few days, hands shaking and vision darkening, and death wasn't something he sought in the immediate future from sheer laziness.
xxxxxWiping his knife on a moth-eaten curtain hanging beside him, he returned the dagger to it's sheath, slowly eating the rabbit while watching the sun's golden rim sink below the horizon. Creatures had begun to stir in the swamp, croaking and creaking and chirping a chorus like no other, and he listened with one ear trained on his surroundings, darkness beginning to swallow the earth like a dark veil. Finally, tossing aside the carcass, crimson eyes narrowed on something that hovered just above a particularly marshy patch of earth, watching as something pale and light flickered and burned into life. A ghost, or so he presumed. Shades and shadows haunted his consciousness always, their constant whispering fading into just another background sound, but this was something different. Something he'd seen only a few times before. A spirit as many believed, or demon seeking evil in this world. Will-'o-the-wisp as humans had called it, he watched the ghostly fire shimmer and glow in the growing darkness, before finally burning out and leaving behind a blackness that fell like a wall.
xxxxxShifting slightly on his perch, he brushed aside a lock of his dark hair from his face and settled back against the window, listening to the night sounds and the shadows that whispered and spoke a constant chorus.
xxxxxWiping his knife on a moth-eaten curtain hanging beside him, he returned the dagger to it's sheath, slowly eating the rabbit while watching the sun's golden rim sink below the horizon. Creatures had begun to stir in the swamp, croaking and creaking and chirping a chorus like no other, and he listened with one ear trained on his surroundings, darkness beginning to swallow the earth like a dark veil. Finally, tossing aside the carcass, crimson eyes narrowed on something that hovered just above a particularly marshy patch of earth, watching as something pale and light flickered and burned into life. A ghost, or so he presumed. Shades and shadows haunted his consciousness always, their constant whispering fading into just another background sound, but this was something different. Something he'd seen only a few times before. A spirit as many believed, or demon seeking evil in this world. Will-'o-the-wisp as humans had called it, he watched the ghostly fire shimmer and glow in the growing darkness, before finally burning out and leaving behind a blackness that fell like a wall.
xxxxxShifting slightly on his perch, he brushed aside a lock of his dark hair from his face and settled back against the window, listening to the night sounds and the shadows that whispered and spoke a constant chorus.