Post by Tempest on Aug 11, 2008 14:51:42 GMT -5
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Morning broke over the plains silently, the sky lit with the timid colors of the rising sun, mixed colors of orange, pink and cream. It was still early, barely daybreak and the area was quiet..not even the chirp of a bird or late cricket could be heard.
Shadows crept across the fairground as the sun slowly rose, casting an amber light against the numerous carnival booths and the great, black and blue striped canvas of the the main tents. To most, the early morning life of the fair would be a site to see..and to those who new better about this particular one, a nightmare.
One lone figure sat, with perhaps the best view of the expansive carnival grounds on a raised pier atop what seemed to be the largest tent on the vicinity. A cool breeze whipped the flags that topped the structure forcefully, though they made no sound.
The man was young and casually dressed, his silky black hair tucked back in a loose ponytail, as if he didn't wear it like that very often. He was crossed legged, and the only out of place thing on him was a cane that lay still across his lap, topped with a black glass sphere.
He smiled to himself, his brilliant red eyes shimmering slightly in the morning sun. Slowly he leaned over to one side of the pier and pulled a tiny black case onto his lap, clicking it open with a grin.
"All good things.."
He opened the case slowly and gently lifted out a small, silver flute that sparkled in the light of the dawn.
"On this earth."
Cicero closed his eyes and lifted the instrument to his lips, fingers running lightly along the keys.
"Flow..into the circus."
And he played.
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What...is this?
The boy stared blanky up at the dark ceiling, his head heavy as if just relieved from a fog. Not that the feeling was all that unusal though. It tended to happen a lot to him, but this...this was different.
Grunting lighty, Takumi tried to force himself into a sitting position and shook his head; trying to clear the confusion. He..didn't know where he was. It was dark though, and the place was a confusing medium of scents.
It was far too quiet.
Shifting again, Takumi tried to stand and put his hand out to steady himself. At first, he felt it land on something cold. Bars. Then, with a pained hiss he drew his hand away. Silver.
No.
The lycan moved back a step, and heard the familiar clink of a chain, the weight around his ankle finally registering. His eyes widened.
Nonono. Not again.
The mark on his shoulder burned. "No!!" Takumi hissed suddenly, and turned, bashing up against the bars. And again. But they wouldn't give. His chocolate brown eyes were wide, almost fearful. He had to get out. He wouldn't be here..not in the dark again.
Once more, the werewolf slammed against the bars and ignored the sting of silver, frenzied.
"Let me out!!"
