all this madness

Shandom Qi'Vaex · 12-07-2011, 12:45 PM

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All welcome! Shandom's in an abandoned church, if I didn't make that apparent, and he's in a very philosophical/spiritual mood.

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Standing in the ruins of their crumbling city, Shandom Qi'Vaex-Nightslayer could not help but imagine that he heard their swirling ghosts, dark eyes judgmental and terrifying, rotting flesh falling off their extended arms as they reached for him. When he thought about it, the race of wolves were nothing but thieves, stealing the life and culture of the legendary people before them. Some, he assumed, might consider the fallen humans to be weak, as they had succumbed to the virus and the wolves began to thrive. Sometimes he wondered what atrocity the humans committed to so anger the will of the Gods, or if it had been a freak accident; regardless, Shandom did not want to make their mistakes.

He could not fathom why the wolves he'd chosen to surround himself with lived in the style they did. Whether they did not know the consequences of ignoring history or just chose to take their chances with it, Shandom knew he could not continue to live this way. It was for this reason that he removed himself from Cours des Miracles for several days, choosing the sanctuary of solitude and the wild; it was the only place he knew himself anymore. A strange, magnetic pull had brought him in this direction, as if some higher knowledge wanted him to see with his own eyes the ruins of what once was. It was an affirmation for him to walk through the streets and see their decapitated buildings, feel the sharp pricks of glass underneath his feet. The male moved in his lupus form, acknowledging what he was in the shadow of what they were.

Shandom came across a large building, and it made him draw breath. It was beautiful and horrible at the same time; evil and serenity emanated from it in the strangest fashion. His hackles were raised as he ventured into the abandoned building, mildly terrified of what might lie within. The ghosts felt closer now, pressing on Shandom's mind like a suffocating blanket: they knew he was in their realm, violating something sacred. As he walked through layers of untouched dust, the alabaster male could not help but wing a prayer to his own Gods for safety and reassurance. But in this strange cathedral building they were silent, perhaps deferential to something greater.

At the end of the long aisle was a strange statue, and when Shandom examined it he felt more terror. It was enormous, though he thought that he might be equal in size when in his two legged form. Created of gray stone, this massive being was perhaps a reflection of what the humans might have resembled - he'd never seen one, and the stories he heard gave varying descriptions of their appearance. This crumbling effigy looked much like the ghosts - arms stretched out to the him, eyes appearing to be imploring, disapproving, and angered. Shandom felt compelled to bow before the statue, and so he did to the best of his ability. Try as he might to appease whatever angry spirit might inhabit this place, Shandom could not help but think that it wanted him gone.

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