your love will be

Janos Russo · 01-31-2010, 11:53 PM

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Word Count: 1208 -kicks... with love- O:

In Character

God was a peculiar person, or so was thought by the hybrid male as he found his time winding down in a strange village far from anyone he had thought he would know. Yet, there was the single place that he might come across a member of his family. Perhaps it was fate, but an intellectual creature such as Janos would not believe in something so silly... so pathetic. Things had reason, and that had been proven over and over again, what with the extinction of the human race. They had pushed themselves to a point in which they were no longer allowed, as it were, to thrive on the earth. Instead, they had been replaced by a new breed. Some would consider the strange luperci a “higher” breed. He wasn't sure about that, and had never really allowed himself to dwell on it. He did wonder what kind of situation they would be in when and if their time had run out. It was altogether frightening and thrust a feeling of hopelessness on the shoulders of the Russo male.

There were plenty of other things that crossed his mind as he had spent time alone, mainly: why on earth was he put there. Humans had had some sort of way to benefit their race, and yet the society that the wolves had created was nothing like the homo-sapien way of life. Janos felt that he had nothing to offer his fellow beasts; nothing at all that would push them forward and make them special. He had done little in his lifetime to make sure that it was all worth it. In all reality, he felt incredibly useless through his actions and his thoughts, no matter how he had progressed intellectually.

On that matter, he wondered why any of them were there. Surely there wasn't a creature out there with more purpose in them than he had within him. Or at least, he had thought this several times, but there were still plenty of doubts hiding in the back of his mind, and when it was exceptionally cold outside, he found himself thinking about it. He wondered if he could have been something more in another life, or if there were other lives that were capable of something more. If he had perhaps been something else previously, or if he had simply come to the earth with the same head on his shoulders. It was a frightening thought to have to contemplate. His cobalt eyes clouded over with a thoughtful glaze, but he didn't really push the thoughts aside. Janos was well aware that he was pushing himself further and further into a rut... and some part of him was simply allowing it. He was chilled to the bone, and had gone with little food in the past while; anything was possible.

There came a point in time when one's mentality fell and shattered, and the blue-eyed hybrid male could feel all sorts of strain coming down on his head. He wasn't sure of himself anymore, and yet it hadn't been very long since he'd been with a member of his family. A year, maybe a little more or a little less, but there were others out there who had gone years, lifetimes without ever seeing their friends and family again. Janos wasn't sure where he would have been in life without his relatives having been there for him. He hoped that he wouldn't have been very different, but somehow he was almost positive that he would have been a far more withdrawn beast. Communicating was one of his key roles; he was charming and easy to get along with, but there were times when he found that others could not connect with him as easily as he had thought. Nevertheless, he was proud of where he had gone in his life and what he had accomplished, and would never have given that up.

There was a sound that echoed from behind the beast and he turned his head with a snap, flicking his ears back and forth ever so gently. Janos locked his eyes on a tall and slender female, and he simply watched her with his steely cobalt gaze. Company; the single thing that he had craved since having arrived in the strange land in which he dwindled on. The village that he had come across had held promise of an encounter, but in his heart of hearts, he had not expected to cross someone. The Russo had moved quickly through most of the area, looking back and forth from house to house, but he was not so desperate that he would stop and see if someone resided there or if they were willing to share some conversation and perhaps a warm meal. This female had taken him aback in more ways than one; she was attempting to get his attention, and she seemed to be utterly willing to talk. Janos was desperate, and it was almost obvious from the lonesome look on his face.

Turning his entire body around to face the female, he dipped his head respectfully and transformed. His body grew until he was standing on two feet and his features become much more defined and sharp. He ran a shaggy hand upward through his pelt, right between his long ears and a sort of half-smile formed along his features. Hopefully he would not be seen as too rugged for conversing, for he had quite the long fur and it was coarse and twisted in most places. “Hello,” he said ever so quietly, his voice was a gentle rise on the breeze that ruffled his pelt. He hoped that it would reach her ears. It was true, he had not used his vocals in quite some time, and when he heard them, they seemed almost detached and foreign.

“I apologize, I've been without company for a while,” he offered, a gentle chuckle having followed those few words as he watched her with an awkward glance. “So, I might seem a little detached.” It was a warning; Janos didn't want to appear rude to this female, nor did he want to offer the wrong impression. He had been longing for company for the longest time and finally having found it meant that he wanted to keep it. As he thought about it, though, he realized that she had not actually said anything to him in order to catch his attention. Knowing his luck, he might have been the single person to have stumbled upon the form of a female who had been born a mute, or had taken a vow of silence. Either that, or she could not speak English as well as most. He wasn't sure, though, and only had the choice of waiting for a response from her. The charmer offered a smile, his sharp canines brushing the edge of his lower lip. Yes, he felt quite out of place there amongst the wolves that belonged to the village, and he had only just become aware that they were there, and they were watching him: the stranger without a name, passing through without so much as a word to anyone within it.

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