Desolate Planet
09-09-2014, 06:28 PM
It seemed she was second guessing her path, her life as a whole. Who she was and what she wanted out of life. Sometimes it sounded so peaceful to just settle down like most others, but a part of her felt like she deserved to be used as a toy. Besides, the chemicals the brain released in those precious moments offered a release from all things of her past. It offered a her a chance to be absorbed by a temporary happiness, a feeling that had been long lost. The wind would carry the scent of another wolf to her long before spoken words. A sensation trickled down her spine screaming for her to turn and watch her back as the stranger would approach - scent growing all the more powerful. Though, a part of her wanted this stranger to do her harm. Physical pain that would temporarily take her mind away from shadowed thoughts. The masculine voice would ring out, most of it washed away with the winds. Ears would pin against her skull, not in anger but in sadness. For a part of her knew what was to come. It was shameful, but her body and mind simply could not deny a temporary relief from continuous darkness. Goliath would pass through her mind. Her personal Hades. The man in which seemed to stick inside her mind without intentions to leave. He haunted her and it was welcoming. Perhaps the encounter that was more than likely to come would lead her back to her Cerberus. . . Allowing her mind to remember the thunderous night they shared with each other. A sign escaped her lips and starlit display would turn to catch the eyes of her hustler. A breathy timbre would answer his question delicately. No. Perhaps you can make it alright. . . It was a subtle hint; however, something told her he knew exactly what she meant. my actions | my words | my thoughts |