precious and fragile things
11-25-2016, 08:25 PM
Something about sleeping beneath the canopy of the grapevines reminded Elias' of the jungle canopies he'd often camp beneath back in his homelands. It was a quiet afternoon and the rains had just ended, leaving everything in a humid blanket with moisture clinging to every leaf and blade of grass that it could. It was a nostalgic feeling for the jungle wolf, and even after the sun had climbed high into the summer sky, the beast remained nested in the shadow of the vines.
His eyes were closed and, in the case of Elias, that was never a good thing; an awake Elias with closed eyes? It meant he was lost in the depths of his tormented mind, either doing his best to deflect heinous acts foreseen in his mind's eye or to survive through the replays of events in his past. Neither was good for the frailty of his mind, but there he was- suffering and trembling alone in the shadows all soaked from the rain. He'd found joy in hunting so far, and that was alright.. though he still missed her, his mate, and he was torn between finding others to help him forget and remaining true to her. It left him in a very dark gray area, where he was neither loyal to his distractions but rather committed to keeping them as.. just distractions.
He was dreaming, plotting, of a world intermixed with sated cravings of both acceptance and mayhem. A world where he could give in to both inhabitants of his body, the one that wanted to help and be a part of some greater meaning- and the one that wanted to spin chaos as a form of therapy to quiet his dark thoughts. Could he keep his friends? Faite, Aki, or even Reina? Aki came to the foreground when thinking of those three, an almost dreamlike replica standing solid in his daydream complete with rippling muscles and intense wisdom in the gleam of his eyes. Elias suddenly opened his eyes, interrupting the image as he contemplated whether or not Aki would mind his occasional outburst.
"Of course he would, Elias. Don't be stupid," he said to himself, muttering beneath his breath as his 'brow dots furrowed together. Just because they shared a hunt together did not make this man someone he could trust with knowing both sides of him. Only Eliana understood, and even she had not ever seen his wrath for herself. No one could see, but.. oh how he dreamed of someone to force to keep near him again, like he'd done with Katar once he'd finally tracked her down. He whined almost audibly, why did she have to run from him? If she had stayed with him, he never would have had to kill her. She was in heat and vulnerable, she needed his protection and she was out putting herself at risk, he couldn't allow that!
He pulled together closer, curling his tall frame into a ball as best as the savage could while laying at the base of a tree. The canopy was alive with the sound of insects and frogs celebrating after the rain, though even it's loud and insistent ringing became a white noise background for the brooding fiend. He needed to find another.. before that craving took his control from him and found one for itself- his own sister was at risk, and he was not ignorant enough of the capabilities of his dark side to do nothing about it.
Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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