It's so ......squishy looking. [Open]
Apr 1, 2017 0:31:15 GMT -5
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Post by Caius Volturi on Apr 1, 2017 0:31:15 GMT -5
America. Seattle. A hop skip and a jump away from the backwater town known as Forks. Caius had come to Seattle to visit an old 'friend' of his. More like an enemy he was making sure was dead. He never liked leaving things like this to other people and as he walked through the city in the dead of night, he let his mind wander. The blond, handsome vampire had recently fed and he was wearing contacts to make his eyes appear to be very dark brown. He was actually wearing a shirt he'd found at a store and had been surprised to find he liked it. Usually, Caius refrained from wearing t-shirts and jeans, but something about what the shirt said made him smile. Maybe it was because it meant something to him besides something silly. He knew was crazy. That's what made it so appealing to him.
The ancient vampire had been visiting a graveyard, a certain gravestone in particular and he smiled at it as he read the inscription. Tomas Gordon Daley. He was dead. Very good. Tomas had been a werewolf, one of the kind that turned at the full moon. Now he was dead and a weight had been lifted from Caius' mind. He felt so much better. He was ready to return to Voltera without a fuss and celebrate the death of his foe with Aro and Marcus. Well....probably just Aro. Marcus didn't really party. Didn't really do much of anything besides look sour and miserable.
Caius cut through the park, the sound of crickets chirping and bats and owls flying around reached his ears and he looked around, not really want to return to his hotel room right away. He wanted to explore the town, see what sort of trouble he could stir up. With his hands in his pockets, he went through the park. It was starting to rain. He scowled. He hated the rain. He'd forgotten about the abysmal weather in this state. Wonderful. He stood under a large tree and folded his arms, glaring out at the rain as if he could make it stop with a filthy look.
As he stood there, he heard this whimpering sound and looked up and around, then down. There was a river at the bottom of a hill behind him and over the sound of the water, he heard the sound of the whimpering again. What WAS that incessant noise? Now he heard splashing and more whimpers. Curious, he started walking down the hill to the base of the river and saw something struggling to stay afloat in it. Okay. He had to admit, he was interested now. He found a long stick with a fork on the end and picked it up. There was no way in hell he was wading into the water and ruining his pants. Using the stick he fished the thing out of the water and to his surprise, discovered it was a puppy It was wet and soggy and it shivered and whimpered.
He looked at it and considered throwing it back like a fish that was too small to eat, but instead he studied it. He turned it this way and that and lifted it ears and tail, someone had had it docked, so it was stumpy and tiny. Its little paws were white, the fur reddish brown and its eyes were barely open. He held it up to his face. "You're pathetic." he said firmly, "I should just leave you here to die. You're small and weak and you'll probably croak anyway." it was tiny, too young to know fear, and too tired to do much but fall silent. "Oh. Now you have nothing to say? When before your ceaseless whining disturbed me from my thoughts?" it licked his nose.
He blinked.
".........The strong live. The weak die. The question is.....are you strong or are you weak?" he asked it and then headed back to his little shelter and removed a handkerchief from his back pocket and wrapped it around the pup, then sat on the grass and stared at it. "You things eat food. Or are you too little for food? Milk....how the hell do you milk a dog?" What was he doing? He didn't know how to care for an animal! He stared at it as it yawned, showing off a pink tongue and then its little eyes closed and it fell asleep. "A pet store. I can find something there for it." but where would he find a pet store? For now though, he settled for staying under his tree on the grass, the puppy in his lap, while he stared out at the rain and thought about his next move.
(shirt and puppy are links)
The ancient vampire had been visiting a graveyard, a certain gravestone in particular and he smiled at it as he read the inscription. Tomas Gordon Daley. He was dead. Very good. Tomas had been a werewolf, one of the kind that turned at the full moon. Now he was dead and a weight had been lifted from Caius' mind. He felt so much better. He was ready to return to Voltera without a fuss and celebrate the death of his foe with Aro and Marcus. Well....probably just Aro. Marcus didn't really party. Didn't really do much of anything besides look sour and miserable.
Caius cut through the park, the sound of crickets chirping and bats and owls flying around reached his ears and he looked around, not really want to return to his hotel room right away. He wanted to explore the town, see what sort of trouble he could stir up. With his hands in his pockets, he went through the park. It was starting to rain. He scowled. He hated the rain. He'd forgotten about the abysmal weather in this state. Wonderful. He stood under a large tree and folded his arms, glaring out at the rain as if he could make it stop with a filthy look.
As he stood there, he heard this whimpering sound and looked up and around, then down. There was a river at the bottom of a hill behind him and over the sound of the water, he heard the sound of the whimpering again. What WAS that incessant noise? Now he heard splashing and more whimpers. Curious, he started walking down the hill to the base of the river and saw something struggling to stay afloat in it. Okay. He had to admit, he was interested now. He found a long stick with a fork on the end and picked it up. There was no way in hell he was wading into the water and ruining his pants. Using the stick he fished the thing out of the water and to his surprise, discovered it was a puppy It was wet and soggy and it shivered and whimpered.
He looked at it and considered throwing it back like a fish that was too small to eat, but instead he studied it. He turned it this way and that and lifted it ears and tail, someone had had it docked, so it was stumpy and tiny. Its little paws were white, the fur reddish brown and its eyes were barely open. He held it up to his face. "You're pathetic." he said firmly, "I should just leave you here to die. You're small and weak and you'll probably croak anyway." it was tiny, too young to know fear, and too tired to do much but fall silent. "Oh. Now you have nothing to say? When before your ceaseless whining disturbed me from my thoughts?" it licked his nose.
He blinked.
".........The strong live. The weak die. The question is.....are you strong or are you weak?" he asked it and then headed back to his little shelter and removed a handkerchief from his back pocket and wrapped it around the pup, then sat on the grass and stared at it. "You things eat food. Or are you too little for food? Milk....how the hell do you milk a dog?" What was he doing? He didn't know how to care for an animal! He stared at it as it yawned, showing off a pink tongue and then its little eyes closed and it fell asleep. "A pet store. I can find something there for it." but where would he find a pet store? For now though, he settled for staying under his tree on the grass, the puppy in his lap, while he stared out at the rain and thought about his next move.
(shirt and puppy are links)