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Post by DOMINIC THEOS on Oct 5, 2009 23:48:53 GMT -5
London….Dominic wasn’t a traveler. Well at least not in the sense that made him cultured. He had been known to wander the United States. Though as of late he hadn’t moved around quite so much. This evening however, he found himself in a deep, secluded forest somewhere in the vicinity of London, England. Why England? Of all places why go somewhere else where everyone’s a snob and speaks English? If he’d wanted that he could have simply stayed in the United States. Frowning lazily, the lupine moved through the copse of trees, weaving amongst the bows. The wolf’s dark gaze was thoughtful as it often was. Nic spent a great deal of time in this form, it made it stay calm and collected due to the freedom he endowed.
The brush was still green and thriving along the forest floor, the floral intricacies a wonder to behold as well as the thick, conditioned viridian carpet of grass blades that provided ample footing for the lupine to meander amongst. There was no divine purpose that he could see in this venture, no great need for him to be here. In fact he was inescapably certain his visit would go unnoticed and unmarked in time. How wrong he was. Dominic would have no way of knowing that what he would encounter in these woods would change everything about the way he existed. Everything.
The daunting factor was that it seemed absolutely ordinary. There wasn’t a dangerous air to be had, the sun was sprinkling down through the canopy and off in the distance bells rang in London signaling it was a time worth marking for the civilians. But to Nic it seemed so pedestrian he was almost bored. His nostrils quivered now and again, thoughtfully and without pause. Eventually he would tire of this pointless trekking, halting to fold his limbs and lay beneath the shade of a large oak trunk. He was calm. As always. It was unnerving sometimes, just how placid the lupine was despite his condition, past and what other outside stimuli presented itself.
One wonders just how much it would take to invoke some sort of violent response. It probably would take a great deal. But just how much? A brow ascended slowly as a vague, unfamiliar scent washed through the deciphering nodes, his lobes ticking thoughtfully but not with much concern. So someone else was about. That didn’t necessarily mean a brawl was in order. In fact it could shape into an entertaining encounter. He considered himself somewhat optimistic. Why not? There was no call for doom and gloom. Despite the growing knowledge he possessed of the world and its evils. It was sometimes frustrating but never made him so angry or afraid as to desire to quit or anything near it.
Therefore Nic did not rise or even stir as this newly born scent dominated his senses, he did not tick a muscle but instead yawned lazily – disclosing his ease freely despite the fact that he was prepared for all things. There was that awareness always, and because it was always there it was something that accompanied relaxation rather than unease and nervousness. So, hello, foreigner.
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Post by *Mackenzie LeRouge on Oct 12, 2009 16:09:48 GMT -5
Mackenzie lost count at 463. She started over, "1,2,3,4..." All the yellow leaved had been counted already. Now she had to compare red leaves to them. The little girl should be cold in her purple poof dress. It was the dead of fall, but the chilled air didn't faze her. She forgot what if felt like to be cold a long time ago. She forgot how long ago this was. Silly things like age were supposed to be kept in track by older people like Audri and Jean-Claude -- her old family. But they were gone now, so she was just an eight year old girl. She didn't know how to be eight. Oftentimes she had the personality of a four year old. But as long as she didn't go beyond eight years old, she wouldn't feel sad that her body didn't go beyond eight years old. She hated feeling sad. When Mackenzie was sad, she lashed out on the closest thing that was breathing.
Mackenzie wasn't sad now, just bored. The big glowy sun was out. She wasn't supposed to be out. But she stayed outside for too long last night, and then the sun woke up. Mackenzie took cover in a hollowed log. She slept a little, but now she was bored, so she started a counting game. The tiny vampire released a heavy sigh. Holding her face in her hands propped up by her elbows, her eyes began to wander from the red leaves and to the sky again. Not much longer now, the glowy sun was starting to melt.
Mackenzie stuck her hand out to test. Squealing, she ripped it back in, now bright red from the exposure. Mac whimpered and decided she had enough of the counting game. She crawled to get out the other end of the log. She wanted to sit under the shady oak tree again. But now there was another occupant under her tree. Eyebrows creasing, she didn't exactly know what to do about the puppy. He didn't pee on the tree yet, so it still must be her's. Mackenzie learned how to share. She had no problem sharing her oak tree witht the puppy. But if the puppy was a meanie, if the puppy growled or barked at her, then he wasn't a very nice puppy, and Mac would have to teach him how to share.
Mackenzie crawled out of the log and snuck up behind the puppy. Crouching, she lurched at him and fell onto his back. Her short arms weaved around his furry neck in a hug, but she couldn't reach all the way around. She grabbed an ear and peered inside, then she pressed it to her mouth so he could hear her perfectly. "PUPPY!" she squealed. "You found my oak tree! But we can share if you want. I love puppies!" she let go of his ear and squished her face up against his. Giggling, she rubbed at the fur on top of his head.
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Post by DOMINIC THEOS on Oct 15, 2009 1:07:01 GMT -5
And just as it had begun a bleating yelp ruptured the glimmering silence that soothed his nerves. In that instant his oculi became obvious once again, perusing the contents of the perimeters in an almost skeptical fashion. It sounded very much like a child, but what a child would be doing out in the forest was beyond him. He was a firm believer in active parents so a tyke meandering alone…unthinkable. The mild crunch of grass in the nearby area was enough to put him on edge, a sensation he only enjoyed a moment before a small figure collapsed atop him.
Now just think for a minute how odd it would have been to be laying around in the woods and have an infant pounce you…It was a strange thing, was it not? It was Nic’s turn to yelp, his entire form jolting not from the force of her fall but from shock at the contact. Small arms were clutching his boa and his wide eyes blinked – processing exactly what was going on. What the crap was going on?! The scent of cold skin – an immortal smell, intruded on his nares. But that was impossible. A toddler vampire…
Suddenly his stomach turned over. Bitten as a child. Was there a greater nightmare? As he pondered this he became vaguely aware of his attention to his lobe and then – AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! He flinched away from the high pitched squeal that probably could have shattered his ear drum if she’d gone just a might louder. Wanting to rub his ears and find some aspirin, he turned his skull around just enough to peer at her with those wide eyes as she spoke. Her words were just as someone her age would act but in her condition he could have no way of knowing how old she truly was.
Flattening his lobes to his skull, he wriggled slightly, just enough to dislodge her and send her a bit further down his spine. This freed his shoulders to allow him to turn around and stare at her fully. Being pet was a new sensation and he suddenly felt like an average dog. A large breed, mind you, but your average Joe hound. Cocking a brow at her, he hesitantly turned to lick her palm – curious as to what the response would be. Nic was no house pet…but a curious human dwelt inside him. And as previously stated – his wolf was under his command, thanks to their amiable terms. Let us hope the terms between he and this child mimic that relationship.
Count // 535
Tag // Mac!
Comments // Hahahaha xD [/blockquote] |
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