Post by Eurus Gaftler on Jul 18, 2006 16:20:49 GMT -5
It was amusing, oh so amusing to find himself wandering school hallways once again. His intentions these times around had changed, but that never meant much to him in the ways of nostalgia. It was the same as last year, and the year before that, and the year before that. Walls broken, spirits heavy, scent of blood and fear swallowing everything that you turn to.
A war, yet again? It was apparent that going to school meant dealing with more stress than you can imagine. Mothers and fathers could never comprehend the kind of stress schools can put on the students, or even the teachers, even when it comes to elementary schools for muggles or minors.
Gripped by the neck with fear, all you can do is watch it come.
A steel nail was brought to his lower lip that shaped a devious grin, white fanged teeth just a shade lighter than his pale flesh. Children and child-minded people alike were all so predictable; they start a game, they taunt and tease others into playing, and then they cry when they lose. Cry when they taunted and pushed too far.
It was time some children learned boundaries.
Knee-high army boots tapped in a slow rhytm as he walked, leather pants that shaped into minor-flare bellbottoms covering his boots all the way to the feet. They sat below his hips, a silver piercing with a heart revealed before his black sleeveless turtleneck that stopped just below his ribs. He wasn't overly skinny, but he hardly had what someone would call 'tub' on his body at all. He was muscular, but lean, carrying an almost feminine body underneath his solid leather black duster.
A chuckle escaped his lips, fiery red hair that looked like a pocket knife kept it trimmed tossed lightly to the side as he turned his head to look off at a student skipping by. Everyone was oblivious to his presence, for they couldn't see a demon in the light of eyes of those truly gifted.
He turned, resting his back against the stone wall with a giggle. The air was thick with fear, thick with muddled thoughts and confused states of mind. It made Eurus feel almost high with the intoxicating tingle that ran through his body with every breath. The steel nail on his index finger still to his lip, his grin grew wider as he tipped his head towards the ceiling and scanned the stonework. The hand closest to the wall slid up the rough stones to where his shoulder rested, his heel pushing himself from the wall on and angle to keep walking while still touching it.
Respect and boundaries were hard lessons to learn, and usually end up giving the most painful of lessons.
Eurus's fingers flexed, nails digging into the stone with remarkable ease, leaving one inch claw marks as they dragged along the wall causing an ear-shattering noise. He walked down the hall, past the hospital wing doors and leaving his mark upon it and further yet, to the end of the hallway wher he dropped his hand and disappeared.
It was time someone learned that lesson.
A war, yet again? It was apparent that going to school meant dealing with more stress than you can imagine. Mothers and fathers could never comprehend the kind of stress schools can put on the students, or even the teachers, even when it comes to elementary schools for muggles or minors.
Gripped by the neck with fear, all you can do is watch it come.
A steel nail was brought to his lower lip that shaped a devious grin, white fanged teeth just a shade lighter than his pale flesh. Children and child-minded people alike were all so predictable; they start a game, they taunt and tease others into playing, and then they cry when they lose. Cry when they taunted and pushed too far.
It was time some children learned boundaries.
Knee-high army boots tapped in a slow rhytm as he walked, leather pants that shaped into minor-flare bellbottoms covering his boots all the way to the feet. They sat below his hips, a silver piercing with a heart revealed before his black sleeveless turtleneck that stopped just below his ribs. He wasn't overly skinny, but he hardly had what someone would call 'tub' on his body at all. He was muscular, but lean, carrying an almost feminine body underneath his solid leather black duster.
A chuckle escaped his lips, fiery red hair that looked like a pocket knife kept it trimmed tossed lightly to the side as he turned his head to look off at a student skipping by. Everyone was oblivious to his presence, for they couldn't see a demon in the light of eyes of those truly gifted.
He turned, resting his back against the stone wall with a giggle. The air was thick with fear, thick with muddled thoughts and confused states of mind. It made Eurus feel almost high with the intoxicating tingle that ran through his body with every breath. The steel nail on his index finger still to his lip, his grin grew wider as he tipped his head towards the ceiling and scanned the stonework. The hand closest to the wall slid up the rough stones to where his shoulder rested, his heel pushing himself from the wall on and angle to keep walking while still touching it.
Respect and boundaries were hard lessons to learn, and usually end up giving the most painful of lessons.
Eurus's fingers flexed, nails digging into the stone with remarkable ease, leaving one inch claw marks as they dragged along the wall causing an ear-shattering noise. He walked down the hall, past the hospital wing doors and leaving his mark upon it and further yet, to the end of the hallway wher he dropped his hand and disappeared.
It was time someone learned that lesson.