-- feels like forever
08-11-2013, 09:57 PM
Long strides carried the black wolf across the ground; each muscle working together perfectly like the wolf was a machine. His steps did have a certain mechanical touch to them; there was something almost jerky about them, like he was trying a little to hard to keep their movements controlled. And indeed the wolf was. He was fighting the urge to run, which lurked in his legs and paws and tried to force them to take off, to carry him far away from every last reminder of his truly monstrous nature. But Angeal had never been much of a runner. At least until he left his pack behind and ran off towards the lands of Alacritia. And even that had worked out in the end, hadn't it? He had met Liste; he had found a home in Ludicael. It wasn't perfect, but life wasn't perfect, and he was happier than he had ever been in the dark days that he referred to as simple 'Before.' Before what, he wouldn't say, but they were Before. Before Liste, before Ludicael, before he'd found a home. The crumbling stone ruins reared up from their surroundings like an angry monster, and Angeal came to a sudden stop, his blue eyes scanning the ruins. They were entirely unfamiliar, and the first landmark that Angeal truly remembered stumbling across. His walk had begun in a vain attempt to track Liste's father down, and had ended with him here, staring blankly at the ruins with no memory of how he had gotten there and his thoughts no less tangled for all that thinking. Ears twitching in sheer irritation, Angeal padded up towards the crumbled stone structure and nosed listlessly at the rocks. A few pebbles fell away, announcing his presence to all that were near, but for the moment, Angeal ignored that, sniffing at the rock. It was useless. He might never find Liste's father. He might never manage to save her from the demons of her past. Speech, |