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Post by cyrus on Jul 6, 2011 17:44:30 GMT -5
The scent of books filled the air as he walked through the library. Cyrus loved books, they were amazing portals to other dimensions that sucked you away from the real world. These worlds expected nothing of their readers, they merely expected them to be happy with their stories. And Cyrus always was very pleased. He walked down the aisles, sucking in the scent of slightly musty printed paper. There were so many possible worlds at his fingertips, so many possible places he could slip into just now. It made his stomach flutter with excited butterflies. Which one to start? Usually he chose books based on their character, if their covers were well worn usually that meant they were liked and used. Then he would read the back and decide whether he wanted to read it or not.
He decided on a book he had been reading the saga of. It was for younger kid's but he still liked it quite a lot, and the Beast inside him enjoyed it to as it took place from a cat's point of view. It was one of the Warriors books. It was short and usually he could consume the entire story within a day and a half. So he took it with him to one of the window nooks where he settled himself down on the cushioned seat. The sun poured in and onto his pale skin and warmed him as he began to read.
Soon he was warped away into a world of feral cats. And soon he didn't have to worry about the Beast inside him, the world outside the book, or the people in that world. He didn't have to do anything but enjoy himself thoroughly. He had gotten quite far into the book when he decided to take a break and leaned back, staring outside the window and watching the world outside.
Words: 313
Muse: Ok
Song: White Liar- Miranda Lambert
OOC: My muse will get better right now I'm just trying to get into character.
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Post by Dominic Graves on Jul 6, 2011 23:06:40 GMT -5
The library was one of the few places Dominic had not visited since he had been transferred to Lucid Manor. It seemed like the perfect place to avoid the sun's rays which he felt robbed him of his strength and power. He was closely monitored as he strolled causally among the stacks, his white fingers moving over the books while he read the titles. None of them held his interest for very long until he found a classic, a book of short stories by Poe. Poe, like Rice, was one of his favorite writers of the supernatural. He had read his work many times, but seeing the words before him once more reassured him like the way a safety blanket might a small child. He softly hummed a tune that been playing in his head when he paused in his steps, he took note of a pale youth peering out the window, bathed in sunlight.
He faintly reminded him of the boy who had gotten him in trouble for attacking him. Why could he have just given him the blood? Did he not understand that he needed he to survive? Nobody seemed able to understand that. He wondered if perhaps he would. “You have lovely skin... don't spoil it by letting the sun touch it,” he said abruptly, complimenting him. He honestly did like his skin because he saw it as a perfect skin tone for vampires. Everything about Cyrus fit well with vampire kind in the brawny wannabe vampire's eyes. “I hate the sun... he's a thief. He takes my power from me.” Dominic remarked in his strange way of talking which had an almost old-fashion style, keeping his tall, powerful body from the light.
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Post by cyrus on Jul 7, 2011 14:00:52 GMT -5
The sound of scuffing feet came to Cyrus's ears. He waited wondering if the person who had came into the library would speak to him. He liked talking to people, it was just dangerous. Who knew what would happen during that moment, would he grow angry and the Beast take over, he could feel the cat's presence crouched in the back of his mind waiting for a good moment to rise. Waiting for that perfect for moment to attack. He wouldn't let it though, he would fight the Beast inside him until the end.
His head turned to look at the older man as he approached Cyrus. Cyrus smiled, elongated canines revealed as his lips pulled away from his teeth. He loved the sun, it was warm and often the perfect place to nap in. He never could tan though, instead he burned and so he never could stay in direct sunlight for very long. Cyrus's smile was small as he said, "But the sun is so warm, I enjoy being warm. What powers are these that it steals?" Cat's always enjoyed the warmth, perhaps that's why they slept in freshly dried clothes which had just been pulled from the dryer and still had the heat in the clothes.
And Cyrus was just like his jaguar side, in that respect. Though he was often different from it. He had no intention in eating human flesh or dominating others while his Beast side did. His Beast side would kill without a second thought and Cyrus hated it. He didn't want to kill or hurt or maim others. He just wanted to be free of this place. But he didn't like taking his medications either, they made him feel empty, like he was without a soul. Did they mean to make him feel that way? When he was without the medications it was like the world was filled with shimmering force fields that gave him amazing ideas. He was an artist, he loved to draw and dance and these force fields made him have ideas for his latest piece of work that he never thought he could get on the medications.
Words: 359
Muse: Really Good
Song: ET-Katy Perry
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Post by Dominic Graves on Jul 8, 2011 4:00:34 GMT -5
Dominic seemed to be pleased when Cyrus smiled at him, mainly because he saw those sharpened teeth that reminded him of a vampire. Could he be another like himself? He had hope he had found another, but the moment he spoke of the sun in a positive sense that hope was lost. “My strength... he lessens me. Making me more equal to a human, but I'm not.” he answered as he met the young man's gaze with his own aquamarine one. “But I suppose I could see why humans would find it appealing. It does warm the flesh,” Dominic remarked as he let his fingers come closer to the light, feeling the hint of its warmth before he drew his hand like it actually hurt him.
It was all in his mind, the sun did not affect him at all. He had no great power and blood from others was not required to keep him alive. He was as human as everyone else in the asylum. However, you could not convince him he was human, no matter how much evidence you throw in his face. He was a vampire, period. And as a vampire, unlike Cyrus, he would hurt and even kill if that meant he could get the blood he so desired. Everyone was a possible victim for him. Save for Cyrus for the moment, there was something intriguing about him which kept him from attacking him. “You interest me. What are you?” he boldly inquired of the youth with features that seemed so vampire-like yet he was not a vampire. “I'm Dominic Graves,” Dominic finally introduced himself.
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Post by cyrus on Jul 9, 2011 14:18:56 GMT -5
Cyrus tilted his head when Dominic said he wasn't human. He had never met another who was not human, but why couldn't there be other supernaturals out there? If Cyrus existed surely there must be others? And from the way he spoke about the sun he must be something like a vampire. If he truly was a vampire, wouldn't it be amazing, finding someone who was something like himself. Cyrus shifted in the sunlight, letting it warm his back instead as he faced Dominic. He frowned at the vampire as he asked Cyrus what he was.
What was he? Cyrus thought it would be obvious. But maybe it wasn't. All the doctors seemed to know though. He shrugged and said, "I am a shape shifter. I can transform into a jaguar." It wasn't something he wanted to be, but he couldn't remember a time before he had ever been one. He figured he had just been born this way. But the doctors told him different, told him that he was human and that he had a mental disease called therianthropy. Cyrus didn't believe them, if it was just a mental disease then how come he saw his hands change to paws, he saw fur appear, and he could feel the pain of the transformation. "What are you?"
As Dominic sad his name, Cyrus decided to say his, "My name's Cyrus Moore. It's a pleasure to meet you Dominic." He said with a blindingly happy smile as he stood and moved out of the sun. He then held out a hand to the alleged vampire. "How do you get around in the daytime if you don't like the sun?" Cyrus asked curiously. His head once again tilted to the side as he gazed up at Dominic.
Words: 295
Muse: Distracted
Song: N/A
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Post by Dominic Graves on Jul 12, 2011 3:01:20 GMT -5
“A jaguar shifter... interesting... You're the first. I haven't met a shifter of any kind before.” Dominic purred yet kept his distance from him because of the warm rays of the sun. He honestly hated the sun. “I am Nosferatu...” he replied, smiling darkly yet temptingly at him like he were attempting to draw the so-called shifter to him. It was strange, but Dominic truly believed he could hypnotize with his aquamarine eyes and husky voice. The truth was he had a certain appeal about him, but he had no such abilities. He was as human as the next mental patient, it was all in his head yet he did carry the whole vampire persona well. Like Cyrus, he was told he was human and he did not require blood to survive and he did not possess any special abilities. He was merely a delusional young man. But Dominic would never accept what they told him, he fully believed that he was a vampire and he needed to live.
Dominic gaze watched Cyrus as he rose from his seat and approached him with his hand stretched out to him. Gently he took the offered hand into his own large hand, giving it a firm shake while his thumb brushed against the back of his hand. “The pleasure is all mine, Cyrus,” he said as drew his hand back, a sly smirk on his lips. His bright eyes peered down at the smaller man, looking at his neck he exposed to him briefly before gazing into the young man's face. “I try to avoid it as much as I can... sticking to shadows and shade when it is available outside.” He tried to explain, but he was finding it difficult due to the fact he was hungry for blood and Cyrus had just a wonderful neck which he wanted to bite into.
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