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Post by Gawain on Aug 19, 2006 15:18:20 GMT -5
A last shuddering breath and the pain was done. Bathed in sweat, the creature stared at the ceiling above, listening to his companion. A weak chuckle escaped at the comment about the sheets, a good try at being normal. Daring to move finally, Wyatt leaned near the edge of the bed, working on pulling out the edges from under the mattress. As he finished her slipped under the loose covers and attempted to sleep. Eyes stared out the window as the werewolf waited for sleep's claws to drag him back down into bliss. Slowly yet surely his lids closed before he suceeded in what had seemed nearly impossible earlier. Rest.
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Post by ~|*|~Ashley~|*|~ on Aug 21, 2006 16:52:26 GMT -5
Wyatt's chuckle comforted her, and she finally drifted to sleep. Her dream was weird, it was kinda like that movie called "Pink Floyd: The Wall." Everything looked morphed and like she was high. She hated people who would get high for fun, it was just plain stupid. It killed brain cells, made you ugly and a whole bunch of horrible stuff...But the teens did it anyways.
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Post by Gawain on Sept 24, 2006 15:08:20 GMT -5
Dreams came and left as the night passed by. At dawn, Wyatt woke from an imaginary alarm, sitting up in bed as the sunrise spread across the window. Staring out the window almost in a numb trance, thoughts raced over different points in his life. Memories from his normal life with his no good sister, who had volunteered him for that wild experimentation in the first place, and memories from just a few days ago. The bloody scenes of his murders especially crossed his mind, reminding him that he was not a man. No. He was a monster in everyones eyes. Evil in the land of despair. Doesn't that just raise your confidence level. With a shuddered sigh, the beast raised slowly to, clawed feet taking him to the bathroom. Leaving the door open and the light on, gaze stared at his reflection in the mirror before him. Fur covering every inch of his body, optics a feral yellow, fingers bent and clawed. Is this what I am? A hideous creature that has no purpose? Words said to himself while eyes narrowed in self hatred. Arm rose to smash his fist into the fragile glass, the surface shattering and falling to the countertop. His skin was pierced by bits of glass, blood welling up to coat his midnight fur.
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Post by ~|*|~Ashley~|*|~ on Oct 6, 2006 22:36:10 GMT -5
As the sun rose, Riika was awake but also asleep. Kind of like when the alarm rings in the morning, and that slpit second when you wake up. She just shut her eyes again, but to be woken up by the shattering of glass. She shot up. Wyatt?! She ripped the sheets off of her body and ran to the source of the sound. She put her hand over her mouth. Wyatt? Are you ok?! She rushed over, gently picking up his hand with blood running down her own arms now. Oh... She shook her head as she held his hand higher to examine it.
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Post by Gawain on Oct 13, 2006 23:01:58 GMT -5
The blood continued to well upon his jet black fur, his focus keeping on the glittering crimson river as it ran down his arm to land on Riika's hand. How lovely the liquid flows so smoothly as it saturate his pelt. Letting her examine his wounds Wyatt numbly stared at his hand, mumbling quietly to her. It's okay...I'm fine. Already the fury he had earlier possesed was now simmering down to a nonfeeling moment. I hate being a monster Wyatt said to himself, the words being murmered under his breath. Dispite the fact that he thought that he was fine, he still didn't pull away from her, enjoying the fact that someone cared.
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Post by ~|*|~Ashley~|*|~ on Oct 15, 2006 16:27:35 GMT -5
She shook her head. No, you're not ok... She gently laid his hand down, getting a towel to blot the blood. Wiping the blood a little bit, she gently started to pick the bits of glass out. Ok...Now hold still... Finally getting it all out, she ripped the towel in half and wrapped it around his arm. I hate being a...monster too. I'm the same as you. A human and a wolf. We cannot change that...
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