Post by Kiyuki on Dec 1, 2009 15:01:02 GMT -6
The constant scratching sound echoed throughout the less than homely place, sounds waves traveling further down so other ears can be brought to attention. But, it wasn’t like anyone frequently visits a dusky, unsightly, and filthy sewer underground. Water flowing freely without restraint, a few sharp turns had rougher waves that could do more harm than be beneficial to one’s escape. They can survive, of course, at what cost though? Is anyone really that desperate these days with hunters milling about aboveground, tracking any animal resembling a wolf just by sight and rumors instead of gathering all the little details? Do not heed to these rhetorical questions, for if you answer them, it would be best it was a question in return. A world like this, buried under thousand of burdens and trembling under the massive weight of many thoughts and emotions, seeking an anchor before destruction reeks havoc on the world once again.
A wanderer foreign to this region lurks in these dank walls, sniffing and searching for acceptable shelter. The matted fur covered in grim and other organisms either lethal or non-lethal. Besides, as mentioned before, there wasn’t anyone other than this myth walking among these inhabitable surroundings as people still continue to believe wolves no longer exist. It may be a few more than many, but, not everyone who believes harbors a good will against creatures like them. To them, a wolf is a brutal beast, a killer that destroys many families by bringing death with them. Not every human life is left unscathed. If any are survivors, they most likely will become hunters or surround themselves with walls, uttering strange words as townspeople whispered about their oddities and some are too curious for their own good, insisting on summoning some form of assistance. Who desires assistance from people that believe your bonkers?
Now, focusing in on our main subject, the filthy creature wandering around settles into a corner of the sewers, a dead end. Her quivering form transforms into a human female, appears fragile at first glance until you observe her shimmering blues filled with fierce determination. Her mouth set in a permanent scowl as she studied her surroundings carefully, listening for any sounds that seem out of place among this dingy sewer.
After awhile, her head begins to nod off as she huddles into her little corner. It may do for now since she dared not to travel above and her fear is rational. Hunters. She feared them. Had it really been that long ago since the death of her father? The crimson fluid of life slowly draining from his wounded corpse, staining the wooden floorboards with its ruby color. Just a distant memory yet it taunts her so, surfacing in her mind at random intervals before she feels her frustration build. With those thoughts plaguing her mind, she wisely chooses to return to her wolf form and nap. Her body curling in on itself for some protection before falling into the darkness which is slumber, eyes fluttering closed and her inconsistent breathing pattern evens itself out. How come she wasn’t irked by less than adequate walls? Well, she wasn’t a huge fan on really clean rooms almost sparkling with its…cleanliness, unconsciously cringing at the random thought in her sleep.
A wanderer foreign to this region lurks in these dank walls, sniffing and searching for acceptable shelter. The matted fur covered in grim and other organisms either lethal or non-lethal. Besides, as mentioned before, there wasn’t anyone other than this myth walking among these inhabitable surroundings as people still continue to believe wolves no longer exist. It may be a few more than many, but, not everyone who believes harbors a good will against creatures like them. To them, a wolf is a brutal beast, a killer that destroys many families by bringing death with them. Not every human life is left unscathed. If any are survivors, they most likely will become hunters or surround themselves with walls, uttering strange words as townspeople whispered about their oddities and some are too curious for their own good, insisting on summoning some form of assistance. Who desires assistance from people that believe your bonkers?
Now, focusing in on our main subject, the filthy creature wandering around settles into a corner of the sewers, a dead end. Her quivering form transforms into a human female, appears fragile at first glance until you observe her shimmering blues filled with fierce determination. Her mouth set in a permanent scowl as she studied her surroundings carefully, listening for any sounds that seem out of place among this dingy sewer.
After awhile, her head begins to nod off as she huddles into her little corner. It may do for now since she dared not to travel above and her fear is rational. Hunters. She feared them. Had it really been that long ago since the death of her father? The crimson fluid of life slowly draining from his wounded corpse, staining the wooden floorboards with its ruby color. Just a distant memory yet it taunts her so, surfacing in her mind at random intervals before she feels her frustration build. With those thoughts plaguing her mind, she wisely chooses to return to her wolf form and nap. Her body curling in on itself for some protection before falling into the darkness which is slumber, eyes fluttering closed and her inconsistent breathing pattern evens itself out. How come she wasn’t irked by less than adequate walls? Well, she wasn’t a huge fan on really clean rooms almost sparkling with its…cleanliness, unconsciously cringing at the random thought in her sleep.