Post by ranger on Jul 3, 2008 6:39:15 GMT -5
The night was dark, the air crisp and icy. The stars shone down from above, far away mysteries, just adding to the feeling of suspense, the feeling of something thats about to happen. Any humans out and about in the cold night shivered, not just with cold mind you, and retreated inside to their warm, cosy homes. A good idea if they didnt want to be approached by a dark stranger, with inhuman beauty, and black eyes that pulled you in, until you fell under his spell and gave in to the temptation, allowing him, without struggle, to feed.
This particular stranger was leaning comfortably against the cold stone wall of one of the houses, lazily smiling at two women inside a the house, scaring them half to death. He was clothed all in black, black leather jacket, italian made, tight black shirt, showing off tight, lean muscles, black jeans, and finally, black shoes. But it wasnt just his clothes that were black, his hair was black and his eyes...oh his eyes. Two black pools, full of terrible knowledge, eyes that had seen the rise and fall of empires, eyes that saw you, inside and out, eyes that undressed you. His stance was like that of a panther, confident in all abilities, knowing that you have nothing to fear. He truly was beautiful, his silky ebony hair hanging around his ears, brushing the tips of his sharply defined cheekbones, a sensual lip...lips that were pulled back in a grin, revealing white teeth, not sharp..not yet. He caught the eye of one of the women, and brushed lightly against his teeth, they extended, sharpening and lengthening until they were full length, he snarled for fun at the women, she squeaked through the glass, sinking to the floor in a faint. The dark figure laughed, a chilling sound, filled with cruelty and power.
He pushed himself neatly off of the wall, stepping forward fluidly, his muscles rippling and contracting, he moved smoothly into an easy pace, a hunters step. He laughed again, leaping upward to grab some of the extendable steps from the roof of one of the houses, he pulled the heavy twisted metal down to the ground with ease, stepping lightly onto the first step. Then he moved upward, stepping neatly upward until he reached the roof of the house, leaning against the steps rail, gazing upward at the moon, his dark eyes filled with the reflection of a huge, pale orb, hanging motionless in the sky.
This particular stranger was leaning comfortably against the cold stone wall of one of the houses, lazily smiling at two women inside a the house, scaring them half to death. He was clothed all in black, black leather jacket, italian made, tight black shirt, showing off tight, lean muscles, black jeans, and finally, black shoes. But it wasnt just his clothes that were black, his hair was black and his eyes...oh his eyes. Two black pools, full of terrible knowledge, eyes that had seen the rise and fall of empires, eyes that saw you, inside and out, eyes that undressed you. His stance was like that of a panther, confident in all abilities, knowing that you have nothing to fear. He truly was beautiful, his silky ebony hair hanging around his ears, brushing the tips of his sharply defined cheekbones, a sensual lip...lips that were pulled back in a grin, revealing white teeth, not sharp..not yet. He caught the eye of one of the women, and brushed lightly against his teeth, they extended, sharpening and lengthening until they were full length, he snarled for fun at the women, she squeaked through the glass, sinking to the floor in a faint. The dark figure laughed, a chilling sound, filled with cruelty and power.
He pushed himself neatly off of the wall, stepping forward fluidly, his muscles rippling and contracting, he moved smoothly into an easy pace, a hunters step. He laughed again, leaping upward to grab some of the extendable steps from the roof of one of the houses, he pulled the heavy twisted metal down to the ground with ease, stepping lightly onto the first step. Then he moved upward, stepping neatly upward until he reached the roof of the house, leaning against the steps rail, gazing upward at the moon, his dark eyes filled with the reflection of a huge, pale orb, hanging motionless in the sky.
