| RobRose | Date: Thursday, 24-Oct-2013, 7:17 AM | Message # 1 |
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| “Blake...”
The sweet voice was one of the first two sensations he perceived as the consciousness started snapping back into place. Right after
the kiss he felt on his lips, delicate, tender. Like in a fairytale, it brought him back to life. The voice...
It sounded, in a sense, as if he was being woken up to school, the moment had that surreal quality to it, for the Gangrel did not want
to rise yet, at least not fully. He would linger in this tenderness if he could. Getting up to school...
Was this the school of unlife? So far he has lived away from the mainstream of Kindred world, away from the turmoils of politics. Yet, he decided to change it and move to a big city. St. Louis was the choice. Just before leaving, he was wondering if it would be very different. Back home, in his small town, even in death, he could rush off into a pacey run through the woods, wind blowing through his hair, heart pounding and body fighting for breath, freedom... Stop. That was before. Now the run had no racing hearts, no desperate breath, no sweat. Still, it was some form of a freedom for the animal in the cage he now was. He remembered his first run through the Forest Park and meeting his family here. It was good. It felt good. They were proud, strong, minding their own business. And he was fond of them. The city brought the sweet pulse he almost forgot existing just a few nights away from that meeting. Maybe giving the big city a shot was worth it?
Then it all went downhill. One man’s poison which seemed to be spreading like a cancer, the family falling into a disarray at the moot, and most recently, disappearance of the Alpha and the Beta leaving the city. Everything fell into chaos within days, almost literally. Politics, people dragging him left and right, trying to get to know this, that, sweet, promising. This is not his world. This is something he has tried to stay away from all his undead years. Disgust. This is what the big city is all about, then. No pride, no honour. Backstabbing, plotting, death and decay.
Now, leaderless and split, his family stumbled into chaos. Anger, discontent and care for those whom he grew to like and respect among his own blood pushed him forward. He proclaimed himself the Beta of the pack, without opposition. Will it be enough? The ranks have dwindled, the hopes have dimmed. A glimmer of hope he tried to rekindle over the last few nights. Yet, sometimes, it really seemed that the eternal night was drawing near. It was now in him to find the strength and hope to rebuild everything.
“Blake...”
The sweet voice again. Calling him. And he would respond. Blake smiled to the voice. Not all light was gone from the world. There was still a beacon of hope, his beacon of hope. It was time to rise with power.
Message edited by RobRose - Thursday, 24-Oct-2013, 7:18 AM |
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