The Dreams in my Heart

Alaki · 06-16-2011, 05:00 PM

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Totally forgot to add this to my post log >.< Sorry!

Daylight had begun to fade into darkness as the sun fell and the moon rose once more; the passing of another meaningless, unproductive day. A sigh passed gently through his lips and he paced through the corroders of the Howling Caverns, moving forward until he reached the tunnels end and then turning back to walk it’s length once more. Would boredom be the death of me? With the sudden urge to do something, the young Dasa found himself compelled to leave the echoing caves he called his home and wonder aimlessly around the surrounding territories; a patrol of sorts. Unlike many he had encountered, when darkness came he felt him most comfortable; his dark, grey-toned pelt hide him well and after spending so much time underground he had come to love moving around where there was little light and so he anxiously awaited for the moment when the sun fell.

As he moved, he wore the darkness like a second coat; sticking close to the parts of the forest where there was less light and moving silently forward. Although he knew that no matter how hard he now tried to stay out of notice, he would be noticed; for upon his shoulder sat a white beacon, his albino crow. Despite his constant death threats towards the bird and complaint regarding how useless he was, the Dasa would not leave the bird behind; for Beyaz was interesting company, when he wasn’t making a pest of himself. Maybe his tolerance of the bird was due to his ever growing domestication; the longer he spent around Matteo, the less he lost his temper and the less trouble he found himself getting into.

It had been so long since he’d though with someone equal in skill and a part of his mind longed to taste blood, to push his muscles to their limits and to try out his new found sword skills; there was only so much one could do in training and he needed to swing at a living being with all his strength, to drench his blade in their blood. The more his mind became consumed with the need to fight, the more he began to give into the bloodlust. A dark hand wrapped its way around his Katana’s handle, griping it until his had comfortably ached. Jaw tensing, he let out a low breath and clamed himself down, knowing he’d be nothing more than a weak fool to give into a irrational need. Still, that small part of his mind called for blood…

A cool breeze caressed his tall form, carrying the scent of a stranger. Coming to a stop, he lifted his head and took in the scent again; and for sure there was a stranger near his location, a complete stranger out in the darkness, all alone… His hand itched to draw his blade but he kept himself composed, for although he was many things, he did not kill randomly for pleasure. Yet, there was no harm in simply locating the stranger….

Following the scent and guessing his way, it was not long that he located a darker one that himself; the female’s form swallowed by darkness more so than his. Cocking his head to the side, he half smiled, half smirked in his way of welcome. “Well hello there”.

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