born_perfect (born_perfect) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-10-06 11:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | drake, lilith sahl, open |
Who: Drake (open)
What: Walking through the city
Where: Here and there
When: evening
Rating: TBD
Status: Open
So many scent hung in the air. Death, by far the most prominent. Drake knew the scent rather well. As he walked through the city he saw the various states of people, the way everything was crumbling brick by brick. Only someone who lived as long as he had could appreciate and fully understand what was going on. Destruction, everything collapsing on itself. Humans thought they were such an invincible race, nothing was bigger than them. Well, face by this they could be decimated.
Which would equal the closest thing to his own surmise from this world. No humans meant a severe lack of nourishment for him. Animals would die from these plagues before the humans would. Drake didn't fancy the idea of entering into sleep again so soon. Especially when this one would be permanent.
He didn't feel the hunger pangs, and wasn't effected by the others either. Believers, true believers wouldn't. There was a difference between believers and followers. Did he believe in God and his existence? Absolutely. He'd been there for the crucifixion after all. Did he worship and follow after He and his Son? No, his allegiance lie elsewhere obviously. But as long as one believed, truly believed they wouldn't be effected. Which was why he was walking around as healthy as ever today.
He'd fed off a few stragglers through the day. Not really hungry, but hell, they were there and he's a vampire. Besides, some would consider it an act of mercy. The way some people were acting he was half tempted to walk through the streets in his true form. That would be entertaining to say the least. Drake took a seat on a bench that was up ahead and just relaxed, watching humanity slowly cave in on itself. He just might be well and truly fucked.