A New Chapter
Oct 27, 2013 21:25:09 GMT -6
Post by Auxiliary Serac on Oct 27, 2013 21:25:09 GMT -6
The afternoon was quiet and pacific. A soft breeze made the thin trees dance with it as little leafs made their way to the ground, covering the ground with a thin light brown blanket. Most of them cracking as black boots stepped over them as they turned into small dry pieces. He liked this place, different, and at the same time similar, from many other places he had been in his many years of living. Taking a deep breath, Serac moved slowly through the tree, watching the sun as it started to hide in the horizon, the rays making his eyes shone light blue and his pupils to shrink into a tiny dot. The smell of other shifters were strong, telling him when and where they passed, all of then felines just like him, but any of them where lions. He truly doubted at this point that he would ever find his brothers. That’s why he was here after all. He had been a loner for more than 100 years, searching for them, never distracted with the pressure of a pack, running from territory to territory, from country to country, from continent to continent, with the slight luck.
He heard this place was the territory of various shifters, being their Rex a white tiger. That’s all he knew for now. He considered it was time to be in a pack again, being with others of his kind. He had been alone for too long and he was not just bored, but sad. Even when he didn’t want to recognize it, deep inside him, his heart was broken and desolated. After the first century passed, he didn’t find anything that made him want to continue living, want to keep going. The only goal he ever had was to protect the ones he cared for. After the war with the humans and vampires, his goal changed. He used every resource to look for the two brothers he had left, that managed to escape before they could be killed like the others, but he couldn’t found them after that. A part of him didn’t want to let them go, that part believed they were still alive, waiting for him to find them. The other, just kept repeating him to stop, that they were gone. He came here to find a purpose again, giving himself another chance to live for something and not just to survive each day like a normal animal. Doing anything else than to eat, sleep, and keep moving. He was sick of that. His heart hurt with each step he took. This was enough. This was his last change or he will simple kill himself.
Exhausted, of living more that walking, he let his body fall over the dead leafs, just like they felt from the tree that was once part of them. Leaning his back against a trunk, he looked up at the clear sky. Not a single cloud over his head, just that deep, immense, infinity of blue. He wanted to let go. He could right now. He haven’t ate for almost a week, drank only two days ago from the rain. It would be so easy for him to let go, disconnect his soul from his immortal body and end all that pain. He had lived enough, part of it, surviving enough. He whispered to the air, to the trees, to the ground, to the sky, and to his family and friends he couldn’t protect. "I’m sorry..." And with that he closed his eyes, even when he knew he was not going to rest, not until he leave this world.
He heard this place was the territory of various shifters, being their Rex a white tiger. That’s all he knew for now. He considered it was time to be in a pack again, being with others of his kind. He had been alone for too long and he was not just bored, but sad. Even when he didn’t want to recognize it, deep inside him, his heart was broken and desolated. After the first century passed, he didn’t find anything that made him want to continue living, want to keep going. The only goal he ever had was to protect the ones he cared for. After the war with the humans and vampires, his goal changed. He used every resource to look for the two brothers he had left, that managed to escape before they could be killed like the others, but he couldn’t found them after that. A part of him didn’t want to let them go, that part believed they were still alive, waiting for him to find them. The other, just kept repeating him to stop, that they were gone. He came here to find a purpose again, giving himself another chance to live for something and not just to survive each day like a normal animal. Doing anything else than to eat, sleep, and keep moving. He was sick of that. His heart hurt with each step he took. This was enough. This was his last change or he will simple kill himself.
Exhausted, of living more that walking, he let his body fall over the dead leafs, just like they felt from the tree that was once part of them. Leaning his back against a trunk, he looked up at the clear sky. Not a single cloud over his head, just that deep, immense, infinity of blue. He wanted to let go. He could right now. He haven’t ate for almost a week, drank only two days ago from the rain. It would be so easy for him to let go, disconnect his soul from his immortal body and end all that pain. He had lived enough, part of it, surviving enough. He whispered to the air, to the trees, to the ground, to the sky, and to his family and friends he couldn’t protect. "I’m sorry..." And with that he closed his eyes, even when he knew he was not going to rest, not until he leave this world.