Post by Black_Rider on Nov 25, 2008 23:58:39 GMT -6
Eyes Of Pure Deep Azure
Snow packed ground soaked in blood. Stumbling threw the snow that covers the park in its thick abundant layers. Like a blanket that covers a sleeping child at night.Cold bone chilling wind blowing threw uncaring of the fatal injuries the young man carries. Sword wounds, bullet wounds many many injuries. Blood falling in pool and tides from the open wounds that cover him. Black jacket ripped jeans ripped. His white t-shirt soaked in blood not just his but his friends as well. Sad azure eyes searched the land scape as he came to a stop. Sunlight hitting just right casting the shadow of a wolf. His breaths short stabs of air glancing around.
Sunlight dieing swiftly as he sat down by a tree. Blood pooling around him creating a blanket of blood on pure white snow. Azure eyes closing as he took in a slow painful breath. ' forgive me my friends ' The thought distant nearly gone. His friends all dead all gone..their injuries killed them yet he has tried to go on. Knowing it is pointless. The young man is fading fast slipping away with every breath. Painful and stabbing losing since of feeling. Finally fading fading away. Were pain can no longer reach him, were he can join his pack. He remembered once Hige had said ' you were running in your dreams '. Intending to lead them to paradise they've gone ahead of him. It was not what was intended to happen.
They are feeling no more pain once more he is alone. A sharp stab of pain a distant noise reaching his ear. A dark chuckle the man spoke " Still alive are we " the voice said. Azure eyes did not open as blood slid from the corner of his mouth. The man pulled out a gun slowly he pulled the trigger. The shot rang out echoing among the trees, echoing all around. One round one bullet that was all it was. One solid shot that sang it's tune among the fading winter day. As fresh snow began to fall in the pool of blood.
Footsteps crunching away in the snow the man whistling a merry tune. Swinging the pistol around around on his finger. Never looking back to see his bullet had fallen just short of the heart. Barely breathing the young man put his hand on to the earth. Trying desperately to get up fading away slipping away faster and faster. Azure blue eyes burning revenge fueling him. This man will die if it cost the young man his life. Next moment padded feet struck the earth silent pressing snow beneath them. Running running faster and faster a flash of teeth, a silenced scream.
Blood shooting from a neck wound a dieing white wolf dropped the dead man's body on to the earth. Stumbling away leaving thick trails of blood behind. If one was to go not to far from here and follow the trail of blood. Where four are already dead..they'd find a young man laying in the snow. Hardly breathing yet when the light hits him just right he cast the shadow of a wolf. Just as the friends he avenged do. Pure deep azure blue eyes slowly close.
As the light begins to leave them breath's become less painful, less evident. Slipping away faster than before. Blood coating the Christmas eve snow. As the slaughter of a pack has taken place this night. A slaughter of friends of a family of sorts. Four friends three dead one close to death. Looking out at the world that has forgotten and turned its back on them. One avenged the rest but is fading swiftly. Azure blue eyes no longer open. Memories of the past flooding threw. As a single thought came to mind before all else seemed to become a blur.
As life is leaving him in its deathly rhythm he remembered he remembered them all his pack his family his friends. Racing over green grass howling happily barking and jokeing aroun. Chasing down there pray and sleeping close when winter storms rolled in. Resting in a cave or under a tree as a heavy spring thunder storm would pass over. Memories of fights memories of happiness mixed memories. Trapped in memories in which one has built walls to keep everything else out. Painful breaths short shallow and sharp passing over the lips of the young man.
Tsume a gray wolf with a white scar on his chest. A man with white hair usually worn up always, confident and a bit of a bastard all the time. However he could be friendly Kiba and him had once gotten into a fight. They tended to argue about things neither really ever one. He often wore black leather and a gray shirt typical of him. Hige he always loved to eat he had shaggy brown hair and a gleeful look about him. Usually wore a yellow jacket and sweat pants with a long sleeve black shirt under the yellow jacket.
He had what appeared to be a dog collar or something always around his neck. He was a bit of chubby large built light brown wolf. Though he was not really fat at all. Toboe with his reddish brown hair and those large brown eyes. He was just a boy he was a red wolf kind of close to a coyote but still a wolf. He had sharp features as a wolf with a reddish brown pelt. A metal bracelet of three rings connected to the point you would not known they where. Toboe often wore a red kind of shirt and green cargo pants. It was just his style always has been always will be. Was always on his right arm or leg as a wolf. His friends it seems they will finally be free...this was not how it was supposed to end.
The blood red setting sun casting its dieing light over the scene. As if it where watching the young man die. Casting the shadow of a wolf it to is dieing. A mystery to any who would look, or notice his shadow. A man with the shadow of a wolf how unusual it must be. The chilling wind swept over him as it carried fresh snow with it. The heavens seem to be crying yet there tears are frozen in time. A red blanket of snow seemed to cover the park and not to far away a bloody battle field hidden from the eyes of the world. Time seemed to be slowing as if it to where mourning. A silent world on the night of christmas eve....a story begins that may already have come to a end.