Strange Awakening

[tempra sloane]

TIME can seem to fly, especially when it's been a while since the last time one has been awake to see the world. Only it's quite unfair that the world she is seeing is no better than the world she dreamed about while she was in a sleeping state for so long.

SHE was a little blond toddler again, holding the hand of her older twin sister as they walked into the store. Her mother was there for a specific reason, and it wasn't just the fact that they needed groceries. There was more behind it but the older women would not tell her young children, though now it was awfully clear to the youngest.

TEMPRA Persephone Sloane is the daughter of a woman who couldn't keep her legs closed when she was drunk, the daughter of the same woman that went to the store to see the cute stocker boy that worked every Thursday. Her mother would casually walk by several times just to get a glimpse of him, and on this particular day she pretended to be lost and ask where the bread was. Even though she knew very well where the bread was located.

FOR just one moment, when her mother slipped up and lost all attention of her chattering daughters, it suddenly became quiet.. When Angeline Sloane looked down at her daughters, she only saw one doe-eyed blond looking up at her not really sure of what happened either. Angelina ran through the stores, finally seeing her youngest daughter being dragged from the store by some goon she had never seen in her life. Running from the building and into the parking lot Angelina got there in time to see an explosion.

THE goon had been mumbling to himself about her bone structure, and her slender frame. He didn't think she'd be successful, but one never knows unless they try. Tempra remembers the smoke, and the good dragging her away from it all.

BUT then she wakes up on the cold wet floor of a dark cave. It was all a dream, of her imagination. Only Tempra didn't know that it actually happened. All Tempra knew was that she had the occasional flash backs of a white room and people poking and prodding her, then they would fade out, flash backs of a family that she doesn't know or have, then they would fade out. Nothing in her mind is a solid thought, idea, or memory; not enough to give her an idea of who she is.

WAKING up in a cold cave, lifting herself on her thin frail arms, her clothes ripped and torn her ratty hair falling around her face and shoulders. Lifting her bony hand to her hand she rakes it through her long blond tresses, only to pull her hand out over her fox-like ears, her green eyes scanning the land outside the cave she currently resided. The sun pouring through the leaves and branches of the trees, the wildlife outside obviously ruffling about the forest, but not a single sound reached her deaf ears.

ON weak legs the girl stood, dragging herself out of the cave, shielding her eyes with her hand so the sun wouldn't practically burn her eyes out. "God fuck it," she muttered with a soft raspy voice, even though she could not hear herself speak.

- tag : open for anyone if they dare.
- notes : i really just needed to do something with her.
- words : do i really have to count? it looks like a lot.
- music : lick my ass?
- template : The_Actress.
- lyrics : "icing" by charity vance

[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

(i'm still alive, but i'm barely breathing.)
j u s t p r a y i n g t o a g o d t h a t i d o n ' t b e l i e v e i n
Evil had a habit of consuming Shane. It always had. Taking over his soul, possessing it, and using his body to it's advantages. It lurked inside of him, sleeping in his heart, sleeping, lying dormant for years and years, if he was lucky.

But there was not a doubt in his mind that the wretched feeling was always there; A daimon, he was xcursed to be wicked, unholy, ravenous. To cause destruction, to revel in blood. There were times for sympathy, to look upon the many horrible, horrible things he had done to innocent mortals, the way he tore at their flesh and greedily basked in the rivers of blood that flowed out of their veins. But it certainly wasn't now, especially as a smile stood on his face, baring needle-like teeth stained maroon with deep, sticky blood. It coated his face, splattered about hsi forhead and ivory skin, as a silver knife burrowed into the remains of the innocent boy he had murdered in such cold blood. tThe caves were the best place to do such a deed, it's darkness hiding away the vileness that occurs on the island so frequently, that evil in which he was destined for. Trying to escape it proved to be a futile effort, as he slurped down bits of raw meat from the sub-human.

As he fed upon the unmoving corpse, it's blood turning colder by the second, he was brought back to the memories of how he found the boy in the first place. Just a chance meeting; A beach, the one that rocks littered it's shore, daggers threatening to pierce soft skin, and drawing blood out into the great sea, cherry reds swirling about in the white crashes of waves and the blues of the rest. His calm, dark eyes watched in intere3st as the raven-haired boy shifted, his skin and bones flowing seemlessly into the form of an equestrian. A kelpie, a devil in disguise, taking on the form of such a majestic creature of both beauty and strength. It was the perfect trap, really, but unlike a daimon, they didn't quite have the strength to use that to their advantage. He watched him for hours on end, as night began to fall, sunlight painting a thin, fit silhouette against the horizon. He stood up, looking into his eyes with interest, and yet malice. A unsettling girn was all that could be seen by moonlight, as he zipped down, teeth, nail, and muscle smahsing into poor little Rian Keough to fast to be helped.

He felt no remorse. Perhaps it was his own little way of grieving, of dealing with loneliness. Despair, his child, no longer wished to see him, or have anything to do with him. He hadn't seen Pixie in weeks, and though he both missed and loved her with all his heart, he couldn't help but feel a bit empathetic toward's Delora's feelings of disdain towards her. He had no reason to, sure, and he couldn't have possibly sensed what was going on between his beloved and his own sibling at the moment, but his stomach seemed to churn at the mere mention of her. His heart ached. Nibbling upon the boy's own heart, he thought it to be best to get over it. His ears perked up, and his head jerked around, and even through the dark, he could see blonde locks hanging loosely, blown about by the winds that swept heavily through the caves.

Approaching her slowly, he could not possibly sense that she was deaf, as he dare not make a sound to alert her. The silver dag clasped tightly in hand, he had to admit he felt a bit of fear spring through him, and it was a welcome feeling, fear, as he had not felt it for a while. Earth had proved to have alot of odd things ins tore for him. Though her aura did not seem angelic in nature, the very fact that he could not tell what she was unsettled him the most, though her scent was similar to that of a shifter's. He quickly leapt on her, pinning her down by the shoulders, knife pressed to her neck. He awaited her reaction; The smart thing to do, before gutting her like a damned swine.