Post by Crimson Desire on Mar 11, 2009 19:49:59 GMT -5
The suns last stretches of pink had given way to the more solid blackness of night as Gregory turned onto the pathway into the forest. The moon was nearly full, but both it and the stars were dimmed by a heavy fog. Darkness reigned in more than one sense that night. Being a young werewolf he still had much to get used to. The change. However, though his change was recent, he still felt as if the rage was muffled by a dark and looming fear. A fear that he only wished to comprehend. And he knew that fear was merely an annoying emotion. Closing many paths and opening very little. And he was one to know power, being the god of light and darkness in all. Yet he still had a small irritating sensation of being watched. Something he feared would never cease. Oh, there it goes again. Fear. It taunted him more than ever.
Damon, who had been closely following in his feral form. Felt the crunching of leaves bear the weight of his paws and couldn’t hep but look up at Gregory. Lofting what would be considered an eyebrow at his continuous angst. "What's bothering you, cousin? Surely this fog hasn't gotten to you already..." Damon's expressions pulled back into a smile, but his smile soon subsided. The pitch-black feral, Damon. Always had a curiosity to him. And just recently discovering of his cousin's new identity as the 'god of light and darkness; merely intrigued him, and none-the less, had him more curious.
Gregory's lips curled up in haste, the strange cyan designs-luminescent and swirling with his strange grey-black pelt- shone dimly with his eyes. "It's not the fog, Damon. But if something doesn't come up soon I-I have no clue what I'll do." He mused, shifting into his feral form quickly as both he and his cousin picked up pace, bounding into the caged-darkness of the forest. Both unaware of what may just await them. Yet not caring in the least.
Damon, who had been closely following in his feral form. Felt the crunching of leaves bear the weight of his paws and couldn’t hep but look up at Gregory. Lofting what would be considered an eyebrow at his continuous angst. "What's bothering you, cousin? Surely this fog hasn't gotten to you already..." Damon's expressions pulled back into a smile, but his smile soon subsided. The pitch-black feral, Damon. Always had a curiosity to him. And just recently discovering of his cousin's new identity as the 'god of light and darkness; merely intrigued him, and none-the less, had him more curious.
Gregory's lips curled up in haste, the strange cyan designs-luminescent and swirling with his strange grey-black pelt- shone dimly with his eyes. "It's not the fog, Damon. But if something doesn't come up soon I-I have no clue what I'll do." He mused, shifting into his feral form quickly as both he and his cousin picked up pace, bounding into the caged-darkness of the forest. Both unaware of what may just await them. Yet not caring in the least.
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