the anthem of success
08-07-2013, 07:07 PM
Though the warmth and sunshine of summer beckoned happiness from all creatures, depression had instead taken hold of Erebos. It was as though winter never left. The blood running through his veins felt as though it was ice cold, his muscles felt heavy and weak, lids threatening to close over his ice blue eyes at any moment. But he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't sleep, and he wouldn't dare try. What day was it? What time? If he had been content, Erebos would've known without question. His unwavering schedule would've kept him on track, reminded him to keep calm and sane. He hadn't spoken to anyone in so long, though. Obsessive actions could only maintain him for so long, he craved company, he needed company... But who would even entertain him now? Who would want to spend time with a wolf who imagined they were losing their skins, who saw terrifying creatures of legend flying through the sky, who woke in a rage after seeing his own death over and over again? No one would. As his feet landed one after the other on the soft ground below, Erebos wondered how and when he would find someone to talk to. Lost in his thoughts, it was many moments before he saw it. The cat. It sat at the water's edge, a water that rose above the forest ground. It was a peaceful scene, not terribly overwhelming or horrifying, and yet he struggled to believe that it was possible that it was real. The sight, and the questions that came with it, cause him to stop dead in his tracks and stare wide-eyed at the creature before him. He made no sound as he observed the thing, waiting for it to turn and have the face of some sort of devil or monster. Since this wasn't real, it would have to be frightening now, right? "normal. talk. think. you" |