thought demons were my friends
10-19-2016, 03:19 PM
He'd fallen asleep beneath those stones, dreaming of the windy nights he'd ask Katar to meet him by the ruins in the jungle of their home. They were just children, then.. but in a world full of so much chaos, young love certainly felt like the real thing. He would dream of those nights, and then the nights where he stood there alone without her when she'd chosen to abandon the pack. Finally, he would dream of the night she lay before him with her blood spilling across the ruins and across his tongue.
An audible whine left his sleeping form as he spun into a dismal nightmare until finally that fiery gaze suddenly opened. It opened, but he still felt like he was dreaming.. and as he got to his paws he realized he wasn't fully aware of the commands he was giving to his body to order it to do so. But what did it matter? He spun into a whirlwind of regret while thinking of Katar and felt his heart yearn for her company on nights like tonight. He didn't care, and his conscience recessed in an ocean of mournful emotions.
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What was left was the hollow eyes of a demon standing next to the stones. His other half, and the one that took over when his emotions became too full of self-hatred for him to properly function. This fiend took care of him when he needed him the most, it was why Elias let him do what had to be done.. it was.. at least, what he told himself.
It was such a rare occurrence for him to be given control so freely. A grin spread over those inky lips as the wolf of stone stretched and prepared for a night full of terror. He'd shake his short pelt when he rose up from his stretch, twisting his skull to give an audible crack to his neck before he rolled his shoulders forward and kept and ominously still spine as he waltzed through the stones. He would take care of Elias, he would distract his mind from Katar.. with a little remorse over something else.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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