Post by alexandria on Dec 14, 2008 2:51:59 GMT -5
A brittle wind swept in across the sands. The soft moonlight lit the entire landscape in an eerie glow, as a delicate figure moved swiftly over the horizon. Tender corn silk locks were caught upon the breeze, lifted skyward. Her normally gentle pale eyes were blazed in hunger, soft irises turned lavender with thirst. Alex danced slowly through the night, her timid steps placed carefully. The slow ache burned wildly in the pit of her stomach, making coherent thoughts seem all but impossible. But she managed somehow, and her mind began to drift passed the endless sands. She began to remember the feel of sunshine, the warmth spreading lusciously across her skin. She remembered a gentle rain, the soft patter resounding off the sturdy roof and delicate windowpanes. They were pleasant memories, but they made the ache much worse. It seemed a bit pointless, this morbid mood she was in. But Alex didn't try to fight it; she knew it would be better to allow her self-pity to run its course.
Her steps faltered for a moment as soft wisps of clouds passed over the moon. A chill ran down her spin, excitement made her limbs quiver. A shrill cry ripped through the still night air, a howl of anger. She knew this sound all too well, knew the scents that should accompany it, but in this foreign land, Alex could not put two and two together. It seemed distant, unfamiliar, as if she didn't harbor the memories connected with the sound, like she had never shared blood with the enemy. A sigh escaped passed her lips as she forced her mind away from the sound, back to her random thoughts. It was easy at first, until another cry tore through the sky. They were far, not close enough to cause concern. She could remember a time when nothing in the world would have stopped her finding the owner of the howl. But she was weary, bone tired, Alex had lost that fight somewhere, and she was in no hurry to claim it again. She was sick of the chase, sick of the run.
How many times had she gone from hunter, to hunted? It seemed worth it at the time, but now, she wanted to laugh at the insanity. She continued to walk, making her way across the dunes, passed scrub brush. She would need to hunt soon, perhaps before she went to the city. The thought of being so close to humans made her antsy. Despite her years of practice and strict rules, she still felt the sudden lack of control while around the mortals whenever she let her hunger get out of hand. But somehow, Alex couldn't find the will to set about the task of finding a meal. The night was too peaceful to disrupt it. So she stopped, settling down into the sand and laying back to star at the stars. The sand felt good on her back, warm and soft beneath her. In a show of contentment, Alex stretched slowly and closed her eyes, listening to the night around her.
Her steps faltered for a moment as soft wisps of clouds passed over the moon. A chill ran down her spin, excitement made her limbs quiver. A shrill cry ripped through the still night air, a howl of anger. She knew this sound all too well, knew the scents that should accompany it, but in this foreign land, Alex could not put two and two together. It seemed distant, unfamiliar, as if she didn't harbor the memories connected with the sound, like she had never shared blood with the enemy. A sigh escaped passed her lips as she forced her mind away from the sound, back to her random thoughts. It was easy at first, until another cry tore through the sky. They were far, not close enough to cause concern. She could remember a time when nothing in the world would have stopped her finding the owner of the howl. But she was weary, bone tired, Alex had lost that fight somewhere, and she was in no hurry to claim it again. She was sick of the chase, sick of the run.
How many times had she gone from hunter, to hunted? It seemed worth it at the time, but now, she wanted to laugh at the insanity. She continued to walk, making her way across the dunes, passed scrub brush. She would need to hunt soon, perhaps before she went to the city. The thought of being so close to humans made her antsy. Despite her years of practice and strict rules, she still felt the sudden lack of control while around the mortals whenever she let her hunger get out of hand. But somehow, Alex couldn't find the will to set about the task of finding a meal. The night was too peaceful to disrupt it. So she stopped, settling down into the sand and laying back to star at the stars. The sand felt good on her back, warm and soft beneath her. In a show of contentment, Alex stretched slowly and closed her eyes, listening to the night around her.