alone;; [Zephyr]

[moondog__[இ]]

F i r e f l y

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Alone.

That word kept running through my head over and over. Alone. I was all alone. But was I supposed to care? No. I had come to this ghost town, so it was naturally expected that I would be alone, right? Right. So I had no reason to complain, none at all. I was tough. I was hardy. And I was also hungry.

My sleek brown-and-black frame stalked through the town with smooth movements, muscled working under my slick pelt. How long had it been since I had had a decent amount of food? Good question. I didn't know. I didn't bother keeping up with the time anymore. All that mattered to me was living. Surviving. Being able to get up and keep walking the next day. Because if you had no will, you were worthless. And dying in battle was better than dying on the ground, wishing that you had food, or water, or shelter.

Much better.

I stopped suddenly, auds pricking forward as a lizard scurried across the ground in front of me. It was moderately sized, yet not nearly large enough to be considered a meal. But I had to have something.

Leaping forward, I pounced onto the creature with a snarl, digging my teeth into it's greenish-brown body. It didn't take me long to devour it, and I sighed, content for a moment as I continued to on my quest. I needed a bit more food and then I would have to search for water and shelter for the night. It was getting quite late.

And I was still alone.

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[(--Z E P H Y r!]

s a n d m a n

hush little baby,
dont say a word
and nevermind that noise you heard

Beautiful day, indeed.

Beautiful for a killer, not likely, no.

Stalky, handsome, sly, and devilish was better worded for him. A thick accent behind such regal blue eyes. Death, being told as a lullaby. He was gorgeous, maybe an angel, but still, a demon nonetheless. He had hellish powers, that were in their way mortal. He could manipulate the strongest of souls, and crush the weakest with just the slightest movement. God, in some words, but the devil speaking curled words, covered in a thick chocolate coating.

Its just the beast under your bed
In your closet

I looked down the street, humming quietly to myself. It was clearly the only road that led through the town, so I didn't have alot to look at, and deffinatly nothing to scavange from. My fur gleamed white in the sun, and my blue eyes just kept staring, watching nothing, but everything. Something flash in my peripherial, making my head turn slightly to see. I watched the dog pounce, stocking a small lizard. Playing, perhaps? But before I could guess anymore, the lizard was gone. Just a quick appetizer.

I blinked, and took in the air through a wet black nose. I turned my body easily, long limbs stretching out under me to close the distance. I was in a mood again, my mood. The mood. The very mood that made me so dislikable, such a murderer. I loved this mood, because it was me, and nothing else. I didnt have to hide anything, because instinctly, it just came out. I wanted to hear screams, taste blood, and rip souls apart, split any connections. Kill.

I grinned evilly, and straightened myself proudly. Well, 'ello there love. Thick, English accent. It made me shudder. The accent just added to my... appearance.

in y o u r HEAD

[moondog__[இ]]

F i r e f l y

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The voice of the brute surprised me, causing me to whirl and step back at the same time, fur standing on end as a snarl escaped my lips. I relaxed slightly, but not completely, body still tensed upon seeing another dog-- and a male at that. I was a weary one, what could I say?

Well, 'ello there love.

An accent. English, perhaps? I wasn't sure. I felt my hackles lower and my lips lower over my ivory teeth as my amber eyes roamed over his body. After a long moment of simply looking at him, I nodded my head once and said, very stiffly,

"Hello."

I noticed how cautious my voice was as I looked him over once more, before letting words flow again. "Can I help you with anything?"

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[(--Z E P H Y r!]

--I will be posting a reply THIS WEEKENED--

sorry for the long-wait.