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Post by astrid on Jun 7, 2009 12:40:40 GMT -7
She hadn't been born into greatness. In the high society, with their expensive wine and parties, she never really fit in. Sure, if you looked at her now, you would see a charming woman with everything going for her and her modeling career. If you actually knew her, you would see a completely different side. Her line had been one of the purest in London, which was why they had been attacked in the first place. To end greatness. To smother a rising pack among her people before they got a chance for something more. She had left with nothing more than the scar that now rested forever down her neck, ending at her collar bone. As far as she knew, only she had survived the attack, but she wasn't completely sure of it. There was always a chance.
Her beauty had gained her the attention of a modeling agent for a prestigious London designer, and she had been rewarded with the first steps in her career. However, the media couldn't dig up anything on her, because she never had anything else revealed. She had multiple men at any given time, mainly because they never got close enough to her to leave their mark. They were little more than toys to her. They found a woman as empty as the building that now stood before her.
Astrid approached the glorious ruins of the once-proud Mayfair. It had been a wonderful place once, the expensive quarter of London. Now, it had been reduced to nothing but a shabby reflection of what it once was. It became a slum.
She turned her almost white eyes to the form of a man slumped against one dilapidated wall that might have once been the great room or parlor of a mansion. So much change in so little time... it was almost sad. Her eyes scanned around her, picking up shapes and vague colors in the dark night. Cursed human eyes. They weren't worth anything.
Approaching a ledge, she was clearly out of place here. Her tight, strapless black dress clung to her sleek form like a second skin. She had been wearing a pair of heels to match, but they had been discarded some time ago. Her long platinum hair was down to the middle of her back, straightened as always, with that pink streak highlighting the look of a punk princess.
The party had been a dud anyway, so she had no problem leaving to come here. She needed a reality check. Between the champagne and stress of so many people in one place, she had been quite nervous the whole night. She had a little too much to drink, but it wasn't worth noting. She was fine, just enough of a buzz in her to fight off her nervous tendencies when presented with uncomfortable situations. All those humans and werewolves in one place... crowding around... their bodies so close to one another... it was enough to make her scream. But she had stayed poise and proper, greeting who she needed to and finally saying goodbye.
So now, here she was. Sitting among the ruins of what could have been the most promising places that London had ever seen, like a diamond in the rough. Why had she even come here in the first place? What was she looking for that she didn't already have?
Life was great... right?
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Post by sin on Jun 8, 2009 22:33:54 GMT -7
CAiRO
------------------------------------------------------- The air in the night skies twist dramatically and climatically as the femme walked along the debris filled area. Her bright blue hues glittering under the crescent moon, and her long moist eye lashes glittered above them. She was waring a pair of ripped black skinny jeans that were pulled up over metallic blue swimming-boy-shorts, unbuttoned and unzipped showing her thin stomach and nice figure. With a small black button up shirt that came down to the end of her ribs, and buttoned all the way up. Her arms thin, and graceful arched above her head as she danced in the blessed moon light; her pale skin glowing beautifully in the light, and her bright hues glowing. The music from her head-phones trilled and moved gracefully as she dance from one piece of rubble to the next, as she acted out the sad, angry song flowing into her audits. If there was a way to explain how the song gave her a mood, how a song directed the way she moved, as well as she understood the ways of the song and the beats; it would be complicated to explain. Standing on the tips of her feet, more so on her toes and than the balls. Moving one foot slowly, then faster and then arching her back into an arching bridge way dipping back wards, pulling for wards slowly. She could feel her muscles pull and push, relax and contract, she could feel and control almost everything in her bodice.
The moon watched silently as she danced so gracefully, as she moved to the heart beat of the song, as she answered to her emotions; and answered to the tremble of the earth. She could smell another werewolf and she could sense it as well but she didn't mind the company, and she wouldn't mind a fight, but it wasn't the time for one. Cairo felt like she was floating as she danced, while the moon watched her dance intently. She moved slowly as the song came to and end then stopping smoothly and stretching higher than thought possible for her small frame. But then words escaped her lips as she danced once more, "Heres a lullaby to close your eyes; it was always you that I despised... I don't feel enough for you to cry; heres a lullaby to close your eyes....." Her voice faded out as the wind picked up, but she continued to dance as the wind carried her platinum blonde hair into the wind like the leaves in autumn. But within the dance she could feel something more from the area than a person, she could feel disaster. But she automatically knew she was sensing the destruction from the destruction of the magnificent mansion. "Sad, sad little house..." her mind whispered automatically knowing that it was anything but a house. As the song on her iPod changed she stopped dancing, she stopped moving, only to look at the depths of the moon, to feel its pleasant grace upon her like the stability of a mother's hug....
Cairo's hair continued to dance in the wind, to the song of the moon, to the song of the world. Death was something that none could cheat, but for some it came much later than others. Cai could feel her brows furrow as she thought of her brother's and mother's murder, how their heads had been when she found them and their bodies. "Its been almost 35 years, don't think about this now...." She whispered to herself. The past was always the past, and people died when they needed too, that was how Cairo saw it, thats how it felt as well. Walking once more she heard a distant meow in the distance, and smiled. She was an odd werewolf; she liked cats and they like her, quite a lot. "Come here hime. Please?" She called for the soft black kitten that pranced around the debris and rubble. But soon enough she could hear and smell the oncoming of the kitten, and she could sense with a small jump she would land on her shoulder.
With that Cairo could feel the soft fur of the kitten on her neck and the consistent purr of her pleasure. Hime sat on her shoulder like a parrot, but it made her smile, someone who could stay with her until death, who wouldn't give away her race. Petting the cat with her left hand, and walking along the path too the only remaining ledge of the mansion. There was nothing great about her either, there was just her beauty and her personality. Neither got her a job, she didn't want to be seen; not after her mother and brother's deaths, and her dad's disappearance. Looking straight forward and still scratching behind the cats raised audit, she could see another female. Light blonde hair that rose and fell in the wind like a heart beat, with rhythm, with grace. It seemed disrespectful to talk to her at the moment, so Cairo kept walking, until she was right next to the female, her hands gripping the bar that stood on the ledge to protect whom ever from falling. "The view is amazing, isn't it?" Cai said to the girl without looking at her, without even caring that she might not want to talk. It just felt right to her, so she would talk.
Looking at the view she could see the buildings of London city, of the royal nobles parties and the castle. She could see everything and chose too watch the heavens. The moon and stars glittered as one, all in different places. All different sizes. Tonight's crescent moon was so close it felt like she could touch it.. But she didn't try for fear of falling...
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count ; 1046.
notes ; Hahaha so for the crappieness, and rambling. I understand I'm rusty as hell.
muse; OH SHIT. I actually have some! >:]
music; Room of Angel - Akria Yamaoka.
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