Post by Lieutenant Razor on Mar 29, 2008 23:03:38 GMT -5
Pack Alpha;
Rauros Dyami
Alpha's Mate;
N/A
Pack Name;
Dyami Pack
Pack Territory;
The Reserve [obviously] as well as the north-easten part of the forest
Meeting Place;
Dyami House [On the Reserve]
Sample Post;
[Yes, I'm lazy, I'm using an older post of mine off of a different website. It still reflects my general style, though it is a bit longer than the average post]
::Darkmoon.
The black night was impossibly cold. The man out in it didn't feel the temperature, of course. It had been quite awhile since he had been lucky enough for such a sensation. Indifferently, he adjusted the ebony scarf around his slender neck, so perfect it seemed carved out of marble or some other pale, precious stone. The male then returned his naked hands into the pockets of his unnecessary olive coat, and continued shuffling along the frosty, cobblestone path.
Heightened hearing picked up the sound of the ice crystals crunching beneath the weight of each step. The snow-hued man tuned this out, keeping his ears free for other, more important sounds. He was hungry; he hadn't fed in about a month now. It wasn't a pathetic hunger made known by the growling of the stomach, or even a longing for food that announced itself with sharp abdominal pains or a sad, hollow feeling in one's core. This soul had already passed those stages. No, this would be Hunger the Beast, the primitive spirit that compelled man to go to extreme measures that, were he of sane mind, would seem revolting and be avoided at all costs.
This Beast grabbed ahold of it's victim completely, a desperation that worked its way into every last corner of the mind, a virus infecting every thought until there was nowhere else to turn, no other place to hide, and you had to face the monster head-on. The tragedy of this was that man was guaranteed to lose. Hunger was the most cunning, the most patient opponent one would ever face in all their life. He and Saxon fought often, with both knowing the results the first punch was thrown.
Hunger.
It raced through-out his veins, screamed every time his foot hit the pavement. The he-devil had to concentrate hard to keep his breathing even and unsuspecting. If he wasn't careful, his beast-form would be unleashed all too soon, and he would do harm against a far greater number of souls.
It was this sharp-as-knives sensation that drove the brute out of his safe, warm cave and into the cold, giant world.
Saxon was disappointed. As a human teenager, he had fallen prey to various eating disorders, always trying to stay hip and fit, following all the latest trends. All meat, no meat, binges, liquid only, you name it. He had figured once he lost his humanity and given himself to be a demonic vessel, the cravings would cease. Finally he'd be able to concentrate on his studies and philosophies, all day and night, without pausing to eat or rest. Oh how wrong he had been.
The bloodlust a vampuric demon faces nightly...how to even begin to describe it? It was worse than any mortal longing he had experienced. His thoughts turned back to his early days in his powerful new form and shuddered. Thankfully, he had learned to control himself better over time, but in his sad heart Saxon knew he would never master his hunger. He would never be master of anything now. Forever would he be nothing more than a servant; a lowly slave to the unforgiving night who didn't care for him in the slightest. He scoffed. He doubted the darkness even knew his name, let alone be thinking of him as he struggled, eternally alone.
A brave couple was approaching, the only life other than he daring enough to be out in such a frigid climate. Their scent was tantalizing, their youthfulness irresistible. Maroon pools enlarged as the hunter narrowed in on his targets, examining them. A male and female, probably fourteen or in that neighborhood, holding mittened hands and laughing, white teeth flashing in the darkness. Saxon could tell by their unsure and uneven steps this was the first time they were walking together touching. Young love; the most innocent thing under the sky, coming the demon's way.
Saxon's heart lurched. The couple's happiness glowed golden around them, a sweet aura plainly seen even from a distance. Who was he to come between that? To end such promising lives? Who was he?
As the mortal and immortal crossed, the evil one merely nodded toward them, hands shaking violently in his pockets. He then turned his optics back onto the road and went on, quelling the raging Beast for at least a few moments longer. The faintness of his legs and lightness of his head told the brute he wouldn't be able to resist the next opportunity, but honestly, Saxon was happy just knowing that it wasn't going to be either of the golden youth now laughing loudly behind him. It was a hollow happiness, to be sure, but when you're a hollow creature, that's all you can ever hope for::
