10-13-2009, 12:23 PM
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The morning was young, but Haku’s day was old, soon to be over and done with. Or was it? Had he slept at all these last nights? There were fragments of darkness scattered along the immediate past. Strangely enough though, this did not torment the demonic beta of Dahlia de Mai. The scent of blood danced lightly in the cool October ear and tried to charm the warmly coated murderer. It was not as sweet as from a canine, but the man kept some distance while the Rosea of the Flower Power pack enjoyed her meal. If his presence was registered or not did not concern him, and there was no call for him as he waited.
The morning was young, but Haku’s day was old, soon to be over and done with. Or was it? Had he slept at all these last nights? There were fragments of darkness scattered along the immediate past. Strangely enough though, this did not torment the demonic beta of Dahlia de Mai. The scent of blood danced lightly in the cool October ear and tried to charm the warmly coated murderer. It was not as sweet as from a canine, but the man kept some distance while the Rosea of the Flower Power pack enjoyed her meal. If his presence was registered or not did not concern him, and there was no call for him as he waited.
Then he approached, the rising sun caressing his back with warm rays of life that he was unable to feel. Life was a stranger to the man now. He stopped quite a few feet away from her, staring with those blue orbs that should have been so lovely if not the soul behind had belonged to the devil. A small nod was given in greeting, but she could no longer expect anything more. What could she expect when she obviously tried to drive over him and bury him? What did she do for the pack anyway? Fucking little bitch. ”Cercelee..” his voice sounded cool, colder than his neutral body language. Haku was not pleased.