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Post by letthedreambegin on Sept 16, 2008 23:10:20 GMT -5
Dirt puffs kicked up underneath his dirty worn shoes as he stumbled over the unpaved road. A road to nowhere, his path and life at the moment and it was only fitting that he was stumbling across one now. Though this one was not as barren as he felt his life was, quite the opposite. Surrounded by lush trees, green grasses, and song birds, he could be very well traveling to a secret garden of some sort.
He had been walking home, heading back in after another night out, another cold empty night of tasteless drinks and sad excuses for women trying to grab his attention. Thought he was lonely, a quick casual fuck in the alley behind the bar wasn’t really what he was looking for anymore. On his travel home, a path through a park had caught his eye, and almost as if guided by a puppet master, his feet had switched gears to find himself traveling down this pathway. The light fields soon gave way to forest and just as soon he found himself lost.
But no big deal, he wasn’t rushing home to anyone, he had no one who was waiting on the couch for him, anxiously watching the clock, waiting for the moment he stepped through the door to bombard him with kisses and the exclamation that they were glad to see him, even if he were late. Hell, he didn’t even have a dog with a wagging tail to sit obediently by the door, ecstatic for the moment its master walked in and treated it.
He didn’t know how long he planned to travel this road; perhaps till it lead to something familiar. But he didn’t plan to run into anyone, though he was always hoping. He was always waiting for the right person to come along; one to ease his sorrows and help him forget the pain of his past. If such a person existed that was. Twisted by the past, Alex was reluctant to trust, carefully guarding a heart that had been shattered.
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Post by ms on Sept 16, 2008 23:45:18 GMT -5
The park had food in it. Pidgins everywhere. It was nice. Crouched under one of the over-grown bushes, swallowing the last of his kill. They were fat, slow, could barely fly. That’s how it worked when little old ladies fed you every day. Gold fur was red, slowly getting licked clean based on smell. He liked to be clean; it was less-scary to those with sight. Full, happy, he was like an over-grown puppy in the park. Until he heard it. Feet.
A quick smell told him he could relax a bit, it was human. Last time he interacted with a human though, it almost cost him his life. Damn hunters. But this guy didn’t smell like blood, he smelled… sad? He waited, patiently, curious about him. It had been a long time since he had had someone nearby. And he would like to have someone that would not care. There was no promise though, there never was. Making dog-like sounds as the human passed, he hoped to have him look, interested on what would happen. Maybe he’d just find it odd, maybe he’d scream and run. Only time would tell.
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