07-01-2009, 02:26 AM
DaVinci sat outside the lighthouse, the scene of the murders long since gone, the animals of the wild having scavenged the corpses and DaVinci himself had finally felt the hollow eyes of the ghosts long since dead watching and waiting. In that moment he'd taken the task in his own hands and had buried the remains of the poor unfortunate souls. He wasn't exactly sure why he had done it but it was done and there was nothing he could do to undo it even if he wanted to. The male could almost swear he could still smell the decay and blood that the lower level of the building had been washed in though he knew it to be long gone. He shook himself, hoping to rid the feelings from his shoulders though he knew it was only wishful thinking.
Glancing out across the ocean at the coming storm the male bared his fangs, tired of the howling winds and angry snarls of the ocean. It was like a child throwing a hissy fit and flinging all it's toys onshore, then when realizing they were all gone screaming and yelling some more. He sure was getting tired of the rain. The male was getting tired of a lot of things but that was beside the point, the rain was now and threatening his already dark and gloomy day.
Glancing out across the ocean at the coming storm the male bared his fangs, tired of the howling winds and angry snarls of the ocean. It was like a child throwing a hissy fit and flinging all it's toys onshore, then when realizing they were all gone screaming and yelling some more. He sure was getting tired of the rain. The male was getting tired of a lot of things but that was beside the point, the rain was now and threatening his already dark and gloomy day.