(2008-09-06 09:25:25 Kara rolls 5 dice to stam+dex 8,6,4,6,1 (2 successes)

*The heroin runs through her veins, it's being chaced frantically by a blood-wine mixture and some crushed pills she ended up throwing in for good measure. She is higher than a kite as she runs down the darkness with Wolf by her side.

The night hangs dangerous, the alleys of the Slums are always filled with punks, pretty gothlings and all the weirdos she so loves.

The wind howels in her ear, faster and faster she goes, it almost seams as though her and the large animal are racing. Around garbage cans she runs as he leaps over them, soft pads on canine feet make hardly any noise save his long claws, but her boots create dull thuds with each step.

She told them to run, it would be a game of chase...the winner would be premitted to do whatever they wanted to do to the looser, though she forgot to mention that she never looses at this game.

She is the hunter, the boy gasping fifteen feet in front of her is the deer, his little group of friends long since faded into the shadows, escaping her with giggles, thinking it harmless....so did he...till now.

His dark eyes scream fear, his heart beats so loudly she can feel it, it urges her on.

Help me believe this is not the real me...

Around corners and the rubbish on the ground, dodging street lamps and abandoned shopping carts.

Her eyes are narrowed, as are Wolf's, mismatched gazes hooking onto their prey.

I can't control myself...

The Wolf leaps a few feet in front of the stoned out boy with the dyed green hair. He stumbled and falls, crying out as he does. Kara is quick, she lunges making no noises that are human.

Her eyes are glossy, she is no longer human, she is like him...like Wolf...an animal...only a beast.

No one will ever tame this animal that I have become....  

--Last edited by UltimateZen on 2008-09-06 11:41:20 --