(2009-03-17 18:45:16 Kara rolls 3 dice to hunting (app) 4,2,5 (failure)

The night had fallen gently around the City, landing on the docks with a gentle stroke of immaculate hues. Even in this god-forsaken place there was still a sliver of beauty.

The way the water rippled, if you paid close attention, was like some melody. It was as if the waves were piano keys and by some stroke of genius, some invisible giant’s fingers tapped on them creating a song that no one in their right mind could comprehend.

The boats swayed lazily and few were the people. Here and there some walked by keeping to their work, one looked at their feet as they walked by, uttering things in English that just sounded foreign, as they were coated with alcohol or drugs.

I hungered deeply, it was a hunger I could not get rid of tonight. Past the homeless curling like caterpillars at my feet, past the barges; towards the back there stood crates and crates ready to be unloaded (and some had been) and be shipped to the shops of Sanfield.

The scent was shockingly familiar. It was like a perfume that had been etched in your brain like a child, yet you had not smelt it for years and years and years and years.

Nearer and nearer I walked up to them. The workers smiled at me yet paid no heed as I wriggled past the tower of boxes and looked around. The lettering was English, but it stated they were not from the USA.

Slowly, my arm extended and I poked my fingers though a small opening, stealing only a tiny handful before fleeing.

Like a naughty child, I hid in the shadows, an anticipation upon my face. I looked down, sea-blue eyes became the ocean, my soul began to laugh like a babe’s. Slender, pale fingers opening like the petals of some daisy, in their midst the seeds, beautiful, red; redder than any blood I had ever shed or caused to shed.

There under the fading dusk I smiled. They were beautiful..,.so fucking beautiful.  

--Last edited by UltimateZen on 2009-03-17 18:09:16 --