|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 8:50 pm
[insert uncert here, need to ask for it]
Jacoby turned his gaze to the shadows, they were calling him north. He got up from where he laid under a dead tree, the night surrounding him in darkness. It was cool and felt good as he walked. He flicked hi head to move the hair out of his eyes, this was gonna be a good night.
The darkness and shadows were like comfort, the moon light shined off his white pelt making him illuminate in the darkness. Like a glowing beacon of help, but that was just a trick. His paws itched for something, anything. His silent pleads however would make no difference.
He slightly grinned, feeling the black
stitching on his mouth move to accommodate his actions. He could feel the bone move around his chest, the rough rope sliding across his fur and skin. The pain felt refreshing, like something he had been lacking recently.
He walked, head slung down and paws dragging along with his tail. He had not eaten in a while and when the chance came to he ignored it. No reason behind his actions, their usually never was one.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 6:40 am
Nercromancer found that he liked the night - it wasa good time when the world's sometimes overly bright colors were muted and tinted with far more appealing grey and blue. It was the time of predators, the time when prey cowered in their bolt holes and hoped that they would last to see the sun rise again. Many did not...and while this fresh death was appealing it did not hold the allure of old death. Bleached bones mouldering forgotten in the soil were the things that called to him most... especially if they were wolven remains. Most especially if they were wolven remains left over after some sort of disaster. A field of bones made for a soothing place to stop.
'such thoughts are terrible to think Neccy!' Came the voice of his long dead dam, nagging and piercing in a manner which made him flatten his ears in distaste, but it was not the tone which made his lips curl in snarl as his head swiveled to look at the wispy form that only he could see, no it was the use of the hated nickname which made him wish to snap her in half. Which was pointless given that she was already dead.
"Why don't you find someone else to pester?" He snapped at her, irritated at being so restricted in useful responses. 'That is no way to speak to your mother!' The ghost wailed. "You have never been my mother!" replied Necro in a vicious tone, glaring in rage at her...at nothing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
