[html] PROZACScan this be set on the 30th? also don't bother to match the length, i got carried away... and yet its still not that good. :|
PROZACSTo a human, the wilderness had always been a frightening thing. Even to the most season hiker or camper -- it had been foreign. Dangerous, a lot of the time. They had taken themselves so far away from nature that the result had been devastating. To a wolf, perhaps the city was the wilderness, the jungle of humanity, the tangled mess built of concrete and grass. The sun was setting, and Tsunami could already sense the ghosts of the past begin to flicker by, peering curiously at the two-legged creature with eyes that could no longer see. He couldn't see them so much as feel them. They frightened him no more than they ever had. It was like breathing.
PROZACSLike some wayward human looking to reconnect with nature, Tsunami sat in the shadow of a ten-story office building, mostly shielded from the chilly autumn wind. He had built a fire for warmth, perhaps even for company; somehow the merrily crackling flames seemed to speak to him, and as he sat in the shadow of a blood-red sky, he remembered the days when Flannery had looked into the fire's depths and spoke of the future. The shaman-woman, the high priestess; it had been long since Tsunami had tried her ancient techniques. He didn't have the proper herbs for it anyhow. Not anymore. Sometimes he considered going back there, going back to see Zell and Starla, but why, really? Most people were stepping stones to other people -- a rock in a river to keep you dry as you considered which bank to jump for. And then you left them behind with another piece of yourself, and you moved on.
PROZACSTsunami would have lied if he said he was happy. Back in the day, back when he was the lead hunter of Storm, barely a year old, he had thought then he was unhappy too. He had thought he was unhappy when Phasma and Ophelia had been raped; he had thought he was unhappy when Malachi died, and then Moxie and Hazel and Muse. He thought he was unhappy when, finally, the sun had set upon the thousands of years he had spent with Laruku. And during all those times, he had been unhappy. This unhappiness was different. It penetrated the very thing that made him him, just the same as any sadness did, but it was the kind that would never go away. Tsunami was tired of being shocked or surprised. His ex-lover was a murderer. He had known that for a long time. Segodi had told him about the dead coyote. Segodi, the guy he'd cheated on Laruku with. Ha. What a double standard he had. This was a different sort of murder. His son was dead, eaten, his daughter was gone, and Bane was like a whisper in the wind, now. Like everything else. Like his family; Ophelia and Thanos, Hazel and Muse and Ely and Tokyo, and the scared little boy with the green eyes, and his little clone Moxie. Like his friends, Layla and Iskata and Laruku.
PROZACSWhen he had started, he had had family. When he had been born, he'd had family, and friends. And he had always known he could return to them. What did he have now? Now, he had himself, and he had never felt so thoroughly alone. The sky was darkening, but the stars weren't out yet. It was cloudy, and even the moon was hiding her lovely face from him. Not a soul in sight but the damned, the dead ones and the long forgotten. He felt almost as if he belonged.
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