Post by Nightfall on Nov 21, 2010 16:41:53 GMT -5
Anthony Bane
Trudging through the crowds of humans, he silently struggled out of the back hallway. The lights remained dimmed whist the people shuffled through the crimson doors. Defined in the elegance and lavished décor of a place that held centuries of historical promise. Everybody, lazily moved into the hallways, stilled finally catching a few bits of light, but his hues delicately pointed the way forwards. Politely, his humanoid figured slipped through the crevices as some humans let him through. A smile crept over the edges of his features, sitting and encouraged a hubris sense of commendable thoughts. Most of humanity was thought to be vain, but even amongst the norm of society, decent people existed. It was this personality trait that Anthony hoped to keep as a sense of atonement found in the heart of mankind. He was barely able to consider himself equal to them, but walked in the figure of an average fellow. He showed vaguely any indifference to those compared to himself, even his personality was frankly less animalistic. Having that non-primal flare would’ve caused a controversy in the pack. As an Alpha, many expected a leader whom would take charge when the time deemed in necessary, but that would be droll and absent from more then just the ferocity that it took to lead and command. He’d made some distance in that short burst of thought, into the lobby of the Opera constructed dome. Chatter mingled amongst the socialism of people about. The cooling breeze of the opening was compared to a very rejuvenating gust on a high humidity day. Echoes of laughter in the backgrounds, filtered as he halted to take a breath and exhale the stressors of the afternoon away. From the time on a digital clock, it was near evening and all sorts supernatural entitles would be rampant now. He stood, practically motionless to access everything going on around. Nothing alarmed him, but a deep strange and unyielding sensation was looming over his mind, something didn’t seem to be in place at the moment.
Though, their was clearly nothing to panic over at the moment. Anthony began his dissention from the spot that his bodice had previously halted before. Navy jeans, comfortably asserted his torso. Fashionable to meld with the common times, a loosened earthen colored t-shirt stretched and moved with the extensions of bulk. The Firebird Emblem, depicting the brand of vehicle remained within view, and the shirt it’s self had been torn clear off. This exposed the lightly tanned shoulders of his bodice. A waxing crest on the left blade, depicting the stages that the moon followed as it skimmed through the nightly skies. The mark that the Alpha’s of the Loki Pack bared as a sign of authority. Most of the renegades and various members of the pack didn’t incorporate the symbolical importance. Patches of brown and strands of gold intertwined, genuinely making up the dirt-blond fibers of his wavy locks, as brown hues glanced around upon the exit of his figure. The opening of the mall, reflecting lighting underneath the softened radiances brought from the lights, reflecting with the stores. His necklace, another mysterious item, shaped in the embodiment of the moon, it’s clarity meant to cleanse out the darkest impure malevolence back into the shadows from which they had slithered from. The moon’s wintry appeal, giving judgment and to persuaded that light can even be bound to the night as well. No eternity was composed of darkness, and this was evidential. Where light was bound to flow, darkness awaited to be purged and dismantled. Anthony was that white glimpse of serenity, a guardian whom ripped that darkness by the throat and shoved it back into the vast void from which it had spawned. His hues, diligently searched . Looking over as the humans moved about, lavishing themselves in the activities that the mall provided. He constituted his ideas, reflection upon what his next incentives would be.
The cries of a few children caused his head to raise, looking around as a sentry. The edginess in his responses caused him to frequently look about before he began walking again. Anthony was uncertain as to what he’d be doing or where in fact. He’d seen a movie that earlier to absorb some of his time. He chuckled to himself as the comedy replayed in his mind, remembrance of the actors and how’d they played their characters so well. It wasn’t long before he found himself in the food court area. Taking a moment, his hues looked around, the zone was practically empty of people. A few locals sat, talking and eating what they had hungered or craved. The scents were enticing, and it was verified as the various foods wafted through his nostrils. Feet paced evenly, his bodice roamed near a few of the tables that had asserted their position in laded designs of obsidian. Though something caught his attention, the dome structure that opened over the spacious place
Reflection off the tables, their metallically charcoal was bathed in a white luminosity. Clouds hovered, grayish figments of misty complexion dancing over the heavens. They weaved and spiraled, linked to the breath of the wind as they slowly crept in silence. Moonlight lavished the tables in an undertone of softened pale light. He could feel the very hairs of his neck raise, comfortably drawing from the arrangements rays passing through the crystalline textures that assumed the shapes that arched and lowered beneath steel beams. He turned a gaze away and stepped over the counter of a restaurant that was built into the food court. It wasn’t built into the walls as the others had been, this place was it’s own. He overstepped a few inclined steps in order to enter the calmed restaurant. The environment had greeted him from noises of the chattering of people located at the bar, only inches away under the dark blue tints that caught his eyes. Emerald shades stood above the placements with the wooden stools, it was the type of place that attached an assortment of places. Some unknown music played in the background, a group whom Anthony probably would’ve recognized by the soft persuasion of tempo and instruments. A women at the bar smiled as he approached, taking the usual seat that he did in this place. He hadn’t need to phrase any word for an order. Her blue hues sparkled some as a Scotch was replaced before his presence. A few eyes lurked on him, momentarily before they returned to business as usual. He turned to previewed the television, the flat screen had something on the news. He disliked angers, nothing of interest ever was on. They wasted time talking about all the depressing topics, but tonight something gripped his attention.Three young men, killed in separate nightly outing to the Loki’s mall. The injuries were reported strange, nearly drained of bodily fluids.” He sighed softly, taking a small sip from the scotch. The warm liquid burnt down his throat, he returned to watching as they went only into frail details on the murders.
Had it been an unintelligent decision to head to this place? Despite his pervious thoughts, he turned to look around. Watching himself carefully, if any other supernatural creatures had dwelled near, then he’d instantly pick them out as they would probably react in a similar aggression. Anthony wasn’t the type to want or bring trouble, but being in the same destination that all deaths had occurred at with people having their throats ripped clean, made him weary. A very distained view of blood. Certainly he’d hunted and killed animals, but the idea of attacking humans sickened him, there was a bit of clarity between knowing the taste of two diverse sources. Taking another drink, he finished brought the glass to his lips and parted them as he continued to remain silent, watching the television for any updates on the story.
