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An Introduction to FeliksDark alleys and deserted spaces were more than common in Europe.. Even in such a heavily populated land, when the Priest desired solitude, he forced it into being.. It was that seclusion which allowed him to work.
The latest Victim walked away from the bar of Lore, glancing around a normally busy district that was now somehow ominously deserted. Dogs barked in the distance, and the yowl of a cat bounced to echo on the sides of buildings. Even now on what should be a warm summer night, the air seemed chill to the man's skin, and goosebumps rose up with the little hairs on his arms and the back of his neck. It was as he walked around a corner that he admitted that something felt off. Perhaps he should return to the bar. . .
Desiring just that end, the Victim spun on his heels, briskly rounding the corner in the direction from which he'd come. Glancing behind himself to check that no one was watching him, despite
Wind whipped fiercely against the snow covered branches of trees, knocking piles of fluffy white to the ground. In the still moments, the ice seemed to shine under the full moon, a field of twinkling diamond surrounded by dark and eerie woods. A howl stretched up towards the sky, expanding and giving its message to the night. A figure bounded forward, feet thundering against the hard earth.
With heavy breaths and a lolling pink tongue, the wolf-man slowed. He had run for so long already and was now weary of the chase. Though his humanoid form was covered by fur and thus protected from the elements, he desired to be out of the biting cold and somewhere warm instead. The sound of bubbling reached his ears, causing them to twitch towards the distant, yet constant noise.
With a destination in mind, the furred beast pressed onward, crossing through forest and field until he saw it. There in front of him was a cabin
Lair Intro - Captive
Blood sprayed into the hall from the initial strike. It trickled from the end of the blade and into the large metal cup held under it. Sonja's mouth hung open and her body shook as she watched. He'd missed her organs this time, but the pain was still immense. A scream passed her lips when she was bitten as well, the flesh tearing when He pulled to make it bleed more. He drank heavily, even as she already bled, and once the cup was full, He moved it away to prevent overflow. Sonja gasped and groaned as He wiggled the short sword, pulling it slowly out of her side.
The honey haired man chuckled, "You may go out and play tonight... if you can." As He walked away with his goblet, Sonja's wounds continued to bleed.
Applying pressure as much as she could, Sonja stumbled down the hall and into her sparsely decorated room. The walls were a dull ash gray, a purple glow cast on them from a solitary lamp by he
OS - Smile
The silence was deafening. With each passing second, another thread of her world unraveled, and no matter how she tried, Enniskillen Maguire was unable to sew it back together. Orwell Hurley walked a few paces ahead of her, his rough hands tucked in his pockets. It was a solution he had found to keep her from grabbing them and holding them, as she was fond of doing.
The night air was crisp around them, light cloud cover gaining a beautiful glow under the moonlight. The lovers were far from any city, in a place where the stars were plentiful and cast a color all their own They were in a place where the grass was tall and undamaged, and babbling brooks twisted through the earth however they pleased. It was a place of magic, fairytales, and wonder.
But not for Ennis.
This was the place where her fairytales came to die. She had chosen it, once upon a time, because it would comfort her after her prince of the seaso
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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