if i lose myself tonight
02-21-2014, 08:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-22-2014, 10:33 AM by Sucre I.)
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Fell from a cliff, never broke a bone He mindlessly followed the curve of the beach, empty except for the occasional errant musing. His overall demeanor was broody and the sweltering heat only served to darken his mood further. Where had the years gone and when had he turned into such an adult? The previous day he had gotten up before the sun rose and not only hunted, but was consumed by the task, eager to catch a meal before it got too hot to do so. Ick. How mature and responsible of him. He'd been sulking since the moment he'd realized what he had done. This sourness had of course opened up all kind of unpleasantness and he'd found himself despairing often throughout the day. He'd even taken a trip down memory lane and all its damaging glory. A vicious sound bounced off the walls of a nearby cave, drawing the brute out of himself and causing him to come to a standstill. Sucre eyed the yawning black mouth and, seeing nothing threatening lurking about it, began to pull inside himself again. Whatever was in there was none of his business and he didn't care to make it his. Sucre lurked forward, ready to be on his merry way, when another sound was belched from the cave and he was forced to once again stand still and listen. This sound was loud and jagged, conjuring images of something heavy being thrown and broken. Mere seconds after the crash a smaller, breathier sound reached his ears; the gentle noise a whisper compared to the goliath clatter that had proceeded it. No. It was none of his business and he didn't care. No, not one bit. The brute was cold and unfeeling, a sociopath. Not one damn was given about whatever flipped and flopped around in that cave. Cursing under his breath, the brute made his way towards the entrance. He called into the dark, "Whoever you are, you better be dying or friggin' gorgeous 'cause you interrupted the little pity party I had going. It was both fabulous and emotionally harmful." The brute wasn't a particularly cautious fellow, usually choosing to accept whatever befell him with an overall genial disposition, but in this instance Su found himself tensing as he ventured further into the darkness. Now, here was the perfect place to host a pity party! It was dark, kind of creepy, and hey, something might jump out of the black and bite your face off at any second. Really, it was like the Big Man himself had created the cave just for mopey rogues. Not far ahead a grumpy voice rumbled and Su could only guess at what was happening. Finally, the source of the clatter was before him. "Heh-hey! Twiggy!" Sucre eyed the small gathering, trying to piece the incident together. He took in the white cross-bearing wolf, instantly recognizing her as an ally of Twig's. Protective stance aside, the cross stood out like a beacon. So what was she, a sister of the Lady in the Mist? She bared her teeth at the grouchy male and Sucre, ever the apathetic sociopath, felt the urge to inject himself further into the situation because, of course, he didn't care about this either. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, lady, I'm sure what he meant was that he's just gonna lay there and not bother you...us...while we work." He padded closer, but remembering his encounter with the prickly Twig, stopped a comfortable distance away. "I'm a friend of Twig's." The brute hoped his casually name dropping would lower the fae's guard. He really did want to help and if she'd let him, he did know a thing or two about healing. Kinda. |