Post by Dom on Aug 16, 2007 21:47:23 GMT -5
Nearly twenty minutes after the fiasco in the dance, Dom still remained laying on the rock in the rain. He was utterly soaked, his white shirt being pretty much useless, and his underwear starting to shrink in the cold rain. What had he done? He had messed it all up. Why did he even think he could ever even get Sparky alone? He couldn't even show his face in Firefox anymore. His wolfish secret was out.
The rain had continued to fall slowly and softly, almost like the rain the night he had met his sire, his Orca, but this rain was cold, and the rain that night had been warm like a friendly hand, a lovers kiss, or freshly spilt blood. He missed that night, where this world of students and crushes and dances seemed meaningless, and all he cared about was being in the arms of Orca, who had transfered the Lycan STD unknowingly.
But, Dom didn't care about that at all. He liked being a Lycan. He liked being free from responsibilities, like school work and his grandfather. His grandfather? Did his dear Grandpa know that his only and beloved grandson was now a monster? Did he even know he had been missing from the wizarding world for nearly a year?
Dom still laid there, on the rather large stone, curled up in a ball. He did not shiver at the cold rain, and he did not blink, his eyes staring at the lake in front of him. Occasionally, a tear would slip down his face, hiding amongst the cold rain of insecurity, failures, and lost chances.
The rain had continued to fall slowly and softly, almost like the rain the night he had met his sire, his Orca, but this rain was cold, and the rain that night had been warm like a friendly hand, a lovers kiss, or freshly spilt blood. He missed that night, where this world of students and crushes and dances seemed meaningless, and all he cared about was being in the arms of Orca, who had transfered the Lycan STD unknowingly.
But, Dom didn't care about that at all. He liked being a Lycan. He liked being free from responsibilities, like school work and his grandfather. His grandfather? Did his dear Grandpa know that his only and beloved grandson was now a monster? Did he even know he had been missing from the wizarding world for nearly a year?
Dom still laid there, on the rather large stone, curled up in a ball. He did not shiver at the cold rain, and he did not blink, his eyes staring at the lake in front of him. Occasionally, a tear would slip down his face, hiding amongst the cold rain of insecurity, failures, and lost chances.