[html]  It was always the city where Chael Kyan found himself. The forests only held a dull fascination. Perhaps it was simply that he wished to mirror the decay within his soul with that of his surroundings. Perhaps that was why he only sought to reside in the most decrepit of places. And decrepit this place was, the very walls on the verge of collapse and dripping rainwater from the storm that was just beginning to dissipate. As always, the beast was utterly intoxicated, barely able to see or focus on the bricks before him. He moved on four legs, rare for the luperci, and swayed with each step, nearly collapsing. Chael Kyan was a coward, thus he constantly had to drown his consciousness in poisons that clouded his soul. He'd wanted to be just like his father. He'd wanted to gain his love, and have his father see him as his favorite, prized son, not Hale. He'd raped that woman simply to mimic the sins of his sire, and this was what had happened to his soul, burning under his own sins and he'd yet to even fall into the pits of hell. He'd wanted to be the apple of his eye and have him look on him with pride. But his father had sought retribution for his deeds before Chael had even committed his first atrocity. He'd gone about it in the wrong way. And Chael was far too much of a coward to even seek forgiveness for what he'd done. Collapsing into a pile beneath an outcrop of collapsed building, the wolf closed his eyes, the world spinning around him. |
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 For all of the family and friends he had loved and lost, Calypso was once again alone. There was no tearing, life-jarring sadness. No, there hadn't been for years and years. God, had it really been so long since his horrifying adolescence? His daughter had grown up and moved on. She hadn't explained things to him, not really, but they had drifted lately and she just.. hadn't felt the need to say more than that she was leaving, and might not ever come back. Yeah, it hurt, but he always hurt so fucking much there was no way to tell it apart from the dull roar of pain that was his existence.
A familiar scent caught his attention as he wandered through the streets of this city, not far from what had once been his home, but now only held the ghosts of past sorrows. Familiar, but unbelievable. A hallucination, a result of too much wishing and not enough sleep. But he followed it anyway. Why not? He'd eaten just this morning, he didn't have any need to hunt. Cally honestly had nothing better to do with his time right at this moment than prove again to himself that his brain was fond of playing tricks.
It seemed, however, that his eyes had joined into this foul play. He blinked his honey hued orbs once, then again, but the figure stayed. It was like someone had dug through his memories and simply excavated the other male, his Chael.. They had certainly gotten all the details right. His scent was drowning in liquor, although his beautiful boy was shifted in more memories than not. What convinced him in the end, that this was real, might be real, were the very subtle hints of aging. The fading of some of his more previously striking markings. He was bigger, more.. solid. So real seeming!
Calypso walked closer, completely enthralled by the scent of the creature from his past. He nuzzled the other male's cheek, licked his chin. "You.." He breathed out, simple, unbelieving.
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[html] Coward. That was the word his mind screamed again and again, lost in the myriad of insults his thoughts spun around him. Guilt weighed him down, the long since buried boy desiring a life he no longer had and could never again obtain. Chael Kyan had tried to forget his past, leaving it behind and attempted to assimilate with a pack far from Bleeding Souls. But over time his history caught up with him, again drowning in the drugs he so desired to quell the memories that haunted him. And again his feet lead him to the area he'd tried to leave behind, finding it burned to ash like he wished he could do to himself. But he didn't even have the backbone to do the world a favor and take his own life. Opening his eyes, the liquor had clouded his senses, allowing the other male to sneak up on him, stepping within a few inches of him without the wolf's notice. Maybe he didn't even care. Maybe he hoped someone would come and kill him, as he couldn't do it himself. A wet nose touched his cheek and a tongue washed his chin. A familiar, yet faded memory spoke out, and vivid green eye opened, the other nothing more than a dark hollow and scar tissue where an equally green eye once sat. "Calypso?" he uttered in confusion, not allowing himself to believe his long-lost lover had returned. "You're alive," was all Chael managed to say, at a loss for words from this reunion. This wasn't to say he hadn't dreamed of the boy since they'd last parted ways, some more explicit than others, but he hadn't expected it to actually happen. Rising, he collapsed against the creature, in a manner attempting to embrace him in a form not meant for holding and inhaling the scent still familiar, yet so long since he'd last breathed it in. |
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It was him it was him it was him. He knew his name - he had said Calypso. Although, of course, if he were imagining Chael, the phantom would know his name as well. Yeah, Cally was alive still. More or less. Except, nothing he really did anymore counted too much like living. He just wandered around aimlessly; he was lethargic to the extreme, tired of everything and feeling like he'd already tried doing everything worth doing, rejecting it as unsatisfying. He'd been wounded too much by anything he's tried to care about... Well, unless this was real. Then maybe, maybe Chael would be worth believing in again, the beautiful boy that he'd given up any hope of ever seeing again long ago. "More or less ahm alive." Calypso replied with a wry grin. And then Chael proved himself to be real, because nothing he could imagine could weigh nearly that much. Both of them were more solid than before, but Cally's leg was still twisted and he fell over laughing beneath Chael's attempted embrace. "You got any more of that liquor around here?" Cally purred, nuzzling the neck of the wolf half-collapsed atop him. "Maybe we should shift." He murmured, although he didn't move at all, though, just laid there, enjoying the incredibly simple, non-arousing but just comforting sensation of flesh against flesh.
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[html] Calypso was warm and comfortable against his body and he rubbed his cheek against him like a kitten. Drunk until he could barely stand or see straight; lost within his own head and memories due to the solitude he shared only with demons, Chael Kyan hadn't been able to restrain himself from falling against the boy. He desired comfort and affection like so many living creatures, even if he'd so long pushed it aside as an illusion. But in his intoxicated state he could barely control himself, falling victim to simple whim. They'd so long ago had something like a relationship, if you could call it that. Calypso had come to live with him in the city in his makeshift den-apartment after the male had been exiled willingly from Jaded Shadows for his actions. He had taken it upon himself to leave, allowing himself to remain alone as he plainly deserved. He wished to run rampant and do whatever the fuck he wanted, and being within a pack would hold him back. Forelegs embracing the boy as he would have in shifted form, breath stinking of liquor and something akin to decay, the scarred man smiled, licking the cheek of the other wolf. He was utterly, completely shitfaced--and it showed. Single green eyes was blurred with poison, finally lifting himself from Calypso. "Probably," he replied, falling back onto his hindlegs to begin the shift as was suggested. Body changing into his other form, ragged hair falling around his face and neck, he fell back onto his spine, snorting in an amused manner as the cold concrete met with his body. His mood was elated by the other wolf from his memories, having missed encountering someone who'd know him and actually enjoy being around him--if simply for his drugs. Rolling onto his side with a soft huff, the wolf stumbled along half on his hind-legs, half on all fours as he moved toward a side room off the main room of the building. This was his new temporary residence and Chael Kyan would of course have accumulated a collection of intoxicating substances in a secret cache close to his nest so while drunk or high he wouldn't have to search in frustration later. Smirking at his intelligence, he pushed open the door, falling through when it gave way to his weight. "This way.." he slurred, seating himself in the center of the room and clutching at a clear bottle of translucent liquid. It could have simply been water, except for the pungent, burning odor that emitted from it's opening. Around him were more bottles and crates, collected over the past few days from the city by the wolf. He smiled stupidly, chugging at the bottle in his hand and guesting drunkenly around the room at his collection. He was a pack-rat of drugs, and here was his store. "Help yourself," Chael finally said, once he'd lowered the liquor from his lips. "We can get drunk together and feel good," he assured the younger man, leaning back against a crate to regard him hungrily. |
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