Post by Synistergrrl on Mar 13, 2011 19:22:58 GMT -5
~Darting through the woods, the buff colored wolf moved like a bolt of lightening, dashing faster and harder through the forest. He was trying vainly to drown his sorrow in a run. He'd been trying everything, but none of it was working. He'd lost so much and though there was still guilt there for falling for Petre, He was even more upset by the fact that he'd lost the vampire. Petre had changed, he believed that with his whole heart, the fact that he gave himself up to the Volturi was proof to that. But he'd been trying to move on, to forget. And in all honesty, Tennessee was way more like his home. He appreciated what they all offered and that they all seemed genuinely worried about him. He knew he could have a home here, that this place, it was home.~
~But it still didn't distinguish the pain he was feeling. All he could think about was Petre. And somehow it seemed wrong. It all felt wrong. He was sure that he'd have felt Petre die, but ofcourse that had not happened. Which was confusing to Sylla. He was sure that Petre was dead. But he'd been aware that even as he thought this, Salem was acting strange. Suko had left and the dark wolf was constantly calling, online and talking to any and all dark dirty back alley slim that he knew. All he wanted was to get close to Sebastien. But he knew that something was going on with the wolf, that maybe he had some information that he wasn't willing to share right now.~
~None of this helped Sylla move on. The only time he felt some what normal was when he was running as a wolf. He only felt comfortable when he was darting through the woods, letting the wolf take over. So that's what he was doing, weaving in and out of the trees, the bushes, over creeks and streams and around boulders. It was good, but he missed being chased, missed feeling like someone was watching him. He felt entirely alone and that was the worse part of the entire thing. He hated feeling like this, this hollow pain. And as much as some of them understood, none of them were feeling the pain he was. Even Salem, who was obviously really hurting, the difference was that Salem wanted nothing more to get revenge and kill Sebastien and even then he would mourn the vampire, maybe.~
~Sylla was right, Salem was putting out his feelers. All he wanted was to get a hold of Sebastien. He was almost crazed with the idea of it. The idea of having Sebastien as a prisoner again haunted him. It was starting to cause delirium in the wolf that and not enough sleep. It had become an all consuming addiction for the wolf. He spent entirely to much time in that storm shelter, muttering and talking on the phone. He was pulling out all the stops, contacting everyone he knew, the darkest dregs of humanity. This was how the demon world heard about the wolf and what he was trying to do.~
~Ofcourse the pack was a celebrity in the supernatural world too. The rumors and gossip were ballooning, growing more and more out of control. They were growing into ridiculous proportions actually, but the core remained the same. This little back woods pack had beat the Volturi, that fact alone made them an anomaly. It was deepened by the fact that there was so many eclectic creatures all sharing one home. It wasn’t simply a matter of a target on their backs, they had also become hero’s to some in such a way that there were those who wanted just to be closer to this strange pack. They wanted to have what this pack had and be a part of their world. They were going to have to learn to deal with their new status in the world.~