01-05-2020, 10:53 AM
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NOTHING SWEET 'BOUT MY MISERY -
♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: ]
More often than not, he slept after sundown. Although it was against his nature, he would do so knowing that he would most likely be busy during the day.
But he was after all, a creature of the night. Ever since his death, he had trouble sleeping. More and more often he would find himself wandering through the darkness. Afraid of his vivid dreams. The flashbacks were so real that he often couldn’t tell. But the worst was the nothing. The conscious nothingness that made him think he died.
Damned to a silent and solitary eternity.
But he would wake up to reality. Even if sleep deprivation somewhat blurred the lines between the then and the now.
Luckily for Ramona, he had been considerably nearby. But not close enough to get there right away. Her cry for his name was reeled in by his exceptional senses and dig deeper into his brain, tearing him away from his thoughts.
It had been an awful long time since they spoke but he didn’t need to have recently gone to her to feel the urgency.
Quickly he would set out, bursting at full speed to through the lands. If a obstacle presented itself he would simply go through it like a dark ghost with his intangiblility.
“Ramona? Ramona!”, he would call out trying to detect where she was. He would inhale and smell blood. His heart was worried, fluttering from fear. Eyes glowing in terror at what could be. He could feel fire growing on his paws. Elementals triggered by extreme emotion.
By the time he found her all of his paws were ignited. Like some demon hellion.
“Ramona-“, he would say before looking at the dead cat. She was attacked? For a brief instant he thought tanglewood. But no, some stranger. He snarled and walked to the corpse.
Filth. Let the crows eat it. All he could think of was killing the cat. So small.
He would slightly calm down, looking at her. The blood was more than alarming and the earth gave a slight shutter as he got angrier.
“y-your ear!”
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: ]
More often than not, he slept after sundown. Although it was against his nature, he would do so knowing that he would most likely be busy during the day.
But he was after all, a creature of the night. Ever since his death, he had trouble sleeping. More and more often he would find himself wandering through the darkness. Afraid of his vivid dreams. The flashbacks were so real that he often couldn’t tell. But the worst was the nothing. The conscious nothingness that made him think he died.
Damned to a silent and solitary eternity.
But he would wake up to reality. Even if sleep deprivation somewhat blurred the lines between the then and the now.
Luckily for Ramona, he had been considerably nearby. But not close enough to get there right away. Her cry for his name was reeled in by his exceptional senses and dig deeper into his brain, tearing him away from his thoughts.
It had been an awful long time since they spoke but he didn’t need to have recently gone to her to feel the urgency.
Quickly he would set out, bursting at full speed to through the lands. If a obstacle presented itself he would simply go through it like a dark ghost with his intangiblility.
“Ramona? Ramona!”, he would call out trying to detect where she was. He would inhale and smell blood. His heart was worried, fluttering from fear. Eyes glowing in terror at what could be. He could feel fire growing on his paws. Elementals triggered by extreme emotion.
By the time he found her all of his paws were ignited. Like some demon hellion.
“Ramona-“, he would say before looking at the dead cat. She was attacked? For a brief instant he thought tanglewood. But no, some stranger. He snarled and walked to the corpse.
Filth. Let the crows eat it. All he could think of was killing the cat. So small.
He would slightly calm down, looking at her. The blood was more than alarming and the earth gave a slight shutter as he got angrier.
“y-your ear!”