Post by Jutendouji on Jun 17, 2008 9:09:37 GMT -5
It had remained the same, in all these years…it had decided not to change at all. The slow crackles of his heel shifting in the dirt made the rat stiffen, sticking its small body low, tail tensed and wiry weak limbs ready to bolt for all it knew. Because life was the most important thing, It had known that since birth. Growing bold, it began to move again, weary of the boot that sat dangerously close, probably connected to a leg that would spitefully lash out, were it to make its presence more obvious. Small beady eyes locked onto the crumbs at those treacherous feet, it’s hungry driving it to disconcert the one rule that a lot of animals lived by. The rat was good at this; often got away with it too. It slithered crudely along the wet floor, mangy scruffy looking fur rigid and stiff, both with tension and a lack of hygiene.
Dante lifted his heavy boot, half lidded optics surveying the movement of the small mammal with little expression at all, he raised a brow at its hesitation, letting his boot slam heavily down into the crate that would sport the best comfort. He lent back a little, his white shirt catching on the rough stone wall he lent against. One of the two endless sides of the alley, the buildings look like they reached the sky, their pointed roofs hidden by two strategically placed balconies. It was late afternoon, a couple of hours before it would get dark, the light agitated his eyes…but within this thick shadow, he needn’t worry about coming under the suns wrath. He watched the people out in the light of the street, one leg propped on a small crate, the rest of him sitting on a pile of others, lazily draped across them, as if he’d been thrown there some time ago. This wasn’t the case. But it stopped people from approaching him…for the most part. He shifted the pipe between his thin lips, manoeuvring it with his tongue, keeping it skilfully steady with a mouth of fangs, it wasn’t only his canines that were tipped with a precarious edge, a lot of his teeth seemed to have it; Something that came with age for vampires, perhaps? Dante liked to think of it at de-evolution… a relief, really; he wouldn’t have to pretend he was still human, not that he did an entirely good job of it anyway.
He sucked in a breath, sweet gloriously bitter smoke, biting at his taste buds before it flowed down to plague his lungs. He let it swirl there for a while, marvelling at how much better this silly thing made him feel. Thick eerie wisps pushed passed his lips as he breathed out slowly, watching the white ghosts flicker and twist awkwardly; like dancing serpents. The dispersed in a breath of wind… no matter, it wouldn’t be long before he could create them again. Dark coal hued optics flickered down to the rat that sat rampant on the floor watching him. Small beady eyes glittering at him with caution and interest, little pink claws groping the air for a foothold that it knew didn’t exist.
Dark platinum hues turned back toward the light of the street, his pupil automatically retracted at the intensity, turning small and wild, calmed only by the lack of anything other reaction from him. Long brown hair covered his slender face, making the thick black bags under his eyes appear more pronounced, as he watched with timeless eyes. Women in pretty dresses sauntered down the street, talking and laughing, all their problems pushed to the back of their mind, dwelling there until they found themselves alone. He absently wondered what his daughter would have grown up to be, the cold archaic glitter of his hues softening as the thought passed through.
He let his fangs mesh against the squished end of the pipe end in his mouth, ushering a slight ‘Tch’ at the condemning thought. He pressed slender hands onto the wooden crate, harbouring vegetables and fruits of some sort, pushing himself up grudgingly, sitting with the pretence to move…eventually.
Observing through this window, dwelling in the shadows, it was a daily thing… ever since the luxury of sleep became and issue. He found a place that would shade well when the sun rose and sat there, sat there until the world stirred; he usually wandered round, hiding from the light. Just so he could observe the people…who could completely change in a matter of minutes. Half lidded daintily tired eyes looked down at the floor; the rat was long gone. He sucked in another breath, the sweet scent and taste of tobacco swallowing him up, especially since his senses were keener then that of the humans. It was like being embraced by some, sweet, problem-solving effervescent being…
It was more reasonable then ‘God’.
Don’t be stupid. Of course it is.
Dante pushed himself to his feet, leaning over to brush the dirt from his black slacks and the sleeves of his shirt, doing up a couple of buttons on his revealing shirt, to cover up the parts of the horrid scarring you could see on the left side of his compact chest. He’d rather avoid explaining… almost as much as he wanted to avoid letting this incessant light touch his skin again.
