Post by alpine on Jul 18, 2016 5:50:29 GMT
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SEARCHING IN THE DARKNESS
WE ARE CREATURES OF THE NIGHT
RUNNING FROM THE DAY
What am I doing? What am I trying to accomplish here? Questions swirled in the murky waters of Will's mind, but no answers came. So much blood on my paws, but what has changed? I've been charming, I've been clever, I've been tempting. People come, they go, yet here I stand. What have I changed? There was no response aside from a few anonymous bugs chirping. Will's claws flashed out to kill any one he ran across, but it didn't help. His mind felt oddly fuzzy, but that didn't matter. It probably just had something to do with how he couldn't clearly remember the last time he'd slept or eaten much of anything.
Soft earth squished between his toes, stained his fur as he walked through a muddy puddle. Strange noises echoed ominously from unknown sources. This was the sort of behavior that had gotten him first marked as a monster. Skulking in the dark, alone, acting half dead. His shoulders bore scars from moons ago, but the cat who made them was dead. He hadn’t even been a clan cat, just a desperate rogue. Will remembered him, as well as the cries of his mate and kits. They had been at the wrong place at the wrong time, spooked by the wrong cat.
It had been dark then, too. Not the dark of moonlight, lit by white and stars, and not the dark of dawn with its promise of sunlight. No, it was just as it was now. Hopeless darkness that made you wonder if the sun had died. Will noticed that he had stopped moving, suspended in endless darkness as his eyes fought to adjust. Why do I keep doing it. That night had seen the first kit blood on Will's paws. He didn't eat them, no he had learned that lesson. He left them in their home and walked away in a haze. That might have been the night he crossed the line, but he couldn't remember how long ago it had been.
Because when he had begun this life, it was a quest for vengeance against the clan cats, but it wasn't anymore. Too many outsiders had tasted his claws, and not enough clan cats ever would until they were all dead. But then where would he be? The same place I am. A thought occurred to him in the fog. Nothing has changed and it never will. A dead apprentice doesn't bring back the other dead. But that thought too, was pushed aside by another one. I don't care.
Satisfied with his own answers, Will began to walk again. His paws seemed to know the path, though his mind was completely lost. This was the sort of behavior that had gotten him first marked as a monster. Skulking in the dark, alone, acting half dead, until he heard a threatened...threatening voice in the oily night. "I know you're there," he spoke aloud.
{488
Open to any brave soul.
Dark Will hears someone coming. Will isn't thinking clearly, and he can get pretty violent. Much less control than the charming side you would usually see.
What happens when Alpine listens to dark songs and writes a groggy 3am thread. Whatever. 90% sure no one wanted this thread. } 
Soft earth squished between his toes, stained his fur as he walked through a muddy puddle. Strange noises echoed ominously from unknown sources. This was the sort of behavior that had gotten him first marked as a monster. Skulking in the dark, alone, acting half dead. His shoulders bore scars from moons ago, but the cat who made them was dead. He hadn’t even been a clan cat, just a desperate rogue. Will remembered him, as well as the cries of his mate and kits. They had been at the wrong place at the wrong time, spooked by the wrong cat.
It had been dark then, too. Not the dark of moonlight, lit by white and stars, and not the dark of dawn with its promise of sunlight. No, it was just as it was now. Hopeless darkness that made you wonder if the sun had died. Will noticed that he had stopped moving, suspended in endless darkness as his eyes fought to adjust. Why do I keep doing it. That night had seen the first kit blood on Will's paws. He didn't eat them, no he had learned that lesson. He left them in their home and walked away in a haze. That might have been the night he crossed the line, but he couldn't remember how long ago it had been.
Because when he had begun this life, it was a quest for vengeance against the clan cats, but it wasn't anymore. Too many outsiders had tasted his claws, and not enough clan cats ever would until they were all dead. But then where would he be? The same place I am. A thought occurred to him in the fog. Nothing has changed and it never will. A dead apprentice doesn't bring back the other dead. But that thought too, was pushed aside by another one. I don't care.
Satisfied with his own answers, Will began to walk again. His paws seemed to know the path, though his mind was completely lost. This was the sort of behavior that had gotten him first marked as a monster. Skulking in the dark, alone, acting half dead, until he heard a threatened...threatening voice in the oily night. "I know you're there," he spoke aloud.
{488
Open to any brave soul.
Dark Will hears someone coming. Will isn't thinking clearly, and he can get pretty violent. Much less control than the charming side you would usually see.
What happens when Alpine listens to dark songs and writes a groggy 3am thread. Whatever. 90% sure no one wanted this thread. }
