Post by Fallentear || on Jan 25, 2008 20:32:21 GMT -5
Foreboding clouds slowly traversed a sky streaked with orange and pink. Below them, every window facing west on every building shimmered brightly. The sun was setting over the obscure outlines standing tall within the city of Seared, their looming presences shadowing the alleyways they sheltered at their sides. Used oftentimes as a commute route, the streets of Seared were often congested and the sidewalks filled with life during the day hours. But at night, criminals and rabid animals inherited the streets, which left them apparently deserted. The city life was just calming down now, the buzzing traffic slowing until cars were rare. After a half-hour of almost dead silence, two headlights could be seen in the streets of the city, but they promptly hurried away until the two glowing red coals flanking the rear seemed to extinguish as the vehicle moved away in the night. In it's wake, the machine left the foregone silence. Then, rain began to fall.
The droplets that fell grew larger and larger, their feeble pattering growing into a stronger assault until the heavy stormclouds above were dumping busloads of water onto the still warm asphalt of the city. Puddles appeared under the downpour, and rivilets gathered that fled to the gutters abreast of the roads. The sky, which had been gorgeous only minutes ago, was now a pale gray. The leaves on the few trees were glossy and dripped incessantly. Although the city seemed to contain only the sound of raindrops, creatures were stirring in the gloom, unheard and unseen. One such form moved stealthily along the alleyways, his shadowy form sliding surreptitiously through the most concealed spots.
A loud clang resounded from the alleyway, and the dark form scrambled for cover, slipping into a small fissure a moment before a flickering yellow light came on. In the watery luminescence, a short, squat form could be seen emerging from a door. It was a middle-aged woman who glanced around with dark, beady eyes as if searching for a thief. Her hawklike gaze relaxed upon seeing the cause of the commotion, and she looked a bit annoyed but relieved as well. The lid of a trashcan was askew, laying were it had clattering unceremoniously to the ground. "Damn cats." She muttered under her breath, raising her arm to protect her head from the rain as she stepped out from underneath a small awning to set the metal lid back in place. She hurried back inside and closed the door without looking back.
Two, glinting eyes appeared within the small fissure. Quickly, a small creature emerged and tore away into the rain, paws making a loud splashing sound that was mostly muffled by the rainfall.
The beast sprinted along a sidewalk he knew well, turned into a familiar alleyway and disapeared from human sight into a small, black hole in the ground where a wispy spire of smoke meandered up into the darkened night sky.
Panting, in his lair, stood an enormous midnight-black cat. His dark eyes flicked around before he strode purposely forward and sat down before a pile of soft and tattered objects (dried remains of a once soggy newspaper, shreds of clothing, molch from autumn leaves). The room had high ceilings and cracked walls made of concrete. The rain dripped steadily down the storm drain that was the entrance and flowed across the uneven floor and into a small torrent of rushing water that disapeared through a hole. The whole place smelled of the sewer, but hey, it was home.
He made no attempt to clean his matted pelt as he sat beside his bed at the back wall of the chamber, but rather raised his head and yowled his frustration, which echoed angrily around the large underground room. A few furred heads poked curiously from various holes in the concrete walls of the place, only to see the furious face of their leader and retract again.
The powerful cat's face was twisted into a scowl. Food was hard for his band to come by in the middle of winter, and he was painfully reminded of his failure of the past days by the rumbling in his gut cued by thoughts of a meal. Even trash was hard to snag. A low growl emitted from his vocals as he stood and began to pace, his long black tail lashing back and forth behind him. Finally, he seemed to calm himself and he climbed onto his nest and curled up, resting his chin on his forepaws and flicking his warm tail over his muzzle.
Above his nest was a good-sized cardboard box with the front ripped away, leaving a jagged opening from which the leader could look out of. The holes from which the other cats had briefly appeared led to small caves for the different families living there. Soft whispers carried around, and the black cat loudly exhaled a great breath of air he had taken. Tomorrow, he hoped, he would find a jackpot of food. Being the leader, he took it upon his shoulders to look out for his followers. Life was hard for these hardy cats, but someday the large male planned to make it easier.
This, was Lucifer's home.
ooc- anybody who would like to join the ranks may. Just make sure that your character is a rogue, because or else Lucifer will have to tear them to shreds. I suggest, before joining, that you know a bit about the book Paradise lost. It's only optional, but if you would like to know how I got the plot idea, and what I'm basing this idea around, check out the sparknotes. :] post away.
[/color][/center]The droplets that fell grew larger and larger, their feeble pattering growing into a stronger assault until the heavy stormclouds above were dumping busloads of water onto the still warm asphalt of the city. Puddles appeared under the downpour, and rivilets gathered that fled to the gutters abreast of the roads. The sky, which had been gorgeous only minutes ago, was now a pale gray. The leaves on the few trees were glossy and dripped incessantly. Although the city seemed to contain only the sound of raindrops, creatures were stirring in the gloom, unheard and unseen. One such form moved stealthily along the alleyways, his shadowy form sliding surreptitiously through the most concealed spots.
A loud clang resounded from the alleyway, and the dark form scrambled for cover, slipping into a small fissure a moment before a flickering yellow light came on. In the watery luminescence, a short, squat form could be seen emerging from a door. It was a middle-aged woman who glanced around with dark, beady eyes as if searching for a thief. Her hawklike gaze relaxed upon seeing the cause of the commotion, and she looked a bit annoyed but relieved as well. The lid of a trashcan was askew, laying were it had clattering unceremoniously to the ground. "Damn cats." She muttered under her breath, raising her arm to protect her head from the rain as she stepped out from underneath a small awning to set the metal lid back in place. She hurried back inside and closed the door without looking back.
Two, glinting eyes appeared within the small fissure. Quickly, a small creature emerged and tore away into the rain, paws making a loud splashing sound that was mostly muffled by the rainfall.
The beast sprinted along a sidewalk he knew well, turned into a familiar alleyway and disapeared from human sight into a small, black hole in the ground where a wispy spire of smoke meandered up into the darkened night sky.
Panting, in his lair, stood an enormous midnight-black cat. His dark eyes flicked around before he strode purposely forward and sat down before a pile of soft and tattered objects (dried remains of a once soggy newspaper, shreds of clothing, molch from autumn leaves). The room had high ceilings and cracked walls made of concrete. The rain dripped steadily down the storm drain that was the entrance and flowed across the uneven floor and into a small torrent of rushing water that disapeared through a hole. The whole place smelled of the sewer, but hey, it was home.
He made no attempt to clean his matted pelt as he sat beside his bed at the back wall of the chamber, but rather raised his head and yowled his frustration, which echoed angrily around the large underground room. A few furred heads poked curiously from various holes in the concrete walls of the place, only to see the furious face of their leader and retract again.
The powerful cat's face was twisted into a scowl. Food was hard for his band to come by in the middle of winter, and he was painfully reminded of his failure of the past days by the rumbling in his gut cued by thoughts of a meal. Even trash was hard to snag. A low growl emitted from his vocals as he stood and began to pace, his long black tail lashing back and forth behind him. Finally, he seemed to calm himself and he climbed onto his nest and curled up, resting his chin on his forepaws and flicking his warm tail over his muzzle.
Above his nest was a good-sized cardboard box with the front ripped away, leaving a jagged opening from which the leader could look out of. The holes from which the other cats had briefly appeared led to small caves for the different families living there. Soft whispers carried around, and the black cat loudly exhaled a great breath of air he had taken. Tomorrow, he hoped, he would find a jackpot of food. Being the leader, he took it upon his shoulders to look out for his followers. Life was hard for these hardy cats, but someday the large male planned to make it easier.
This, was Lucifer's home.
ooc- anybody who would like to join the ranks may. Just make sure that your character is a rogue, because or else Lucifer will have to tear them to shreds. I suggest, before joining, that you know a bit about the book Paradise lost. It's only optional, but if you would like to know how I got the plot idea, and what I'm basing this idea around, check out the sparknotes. :] post away.