Vivian Gandillon (f_lilredridinhd) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-03-22 22:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | darth vader, vivian gandillon |
Who: Vivian Gandillon & OPEN Two weeks later Vivian always hated dogs. There was simply no fooling them, dogs would always alert to supernatural presence because animals always knew a true predator when they saw them; however, like most animals she could cow and intimidate them into silent submission, which was more intelligence than they could claim for their human owners. Dogs weren’t stupid, they knew instinctively when to give up the chase, roll over and play dead-- or else-- the very pinnacle of all the most primal ultimatums. Humans. Now humans, particularly hunters, they loved the challenge. They liked playing on the razor edge of life, gliding along without ever knowing how sharp the edge truly was until it cut them, then they’d cry about it, inflecting their pound of flesh from everything and anything within reach. That was how family- her family- was lost. But the Law, the Law said do not hunt- do not kill Man- there were times and days this proved a dangerous imposition; as the pack moved guardedly across these civilizations, the threat of slaughter, extermination, loomed large as the silver Moon in the night sky, it became all the more imperative for the insular pack society to tighten ranks, to reinforce the taboo, and not violate the ban on flesh: Or else. It was that simple. As if anything in life was that simple. Tucking the blonde hair under the cowl of her hoodie, Vivian picks up the pace leaving behind the asphalt and chain-linked wasteland, bounding seamlessly from off beaten paths, off walls, off trees, with gravity defying agility. Here she could run, here she could breath, and live and feel the earth pulse beneath her feet without fear of judgment. With the endless night bleeding into sunless days, the humans grew more nervous, the young female alpha grew bolder, running more often and, occasionally, in the pelt of wolf-kind, exploring this new territory. Everything about this strange night-filled city was an assault on the senses, Vivian felt secure in the knowledge her Maryland pack-mates and Gabriel wouldn’t think to look for her in this bustling metropolis. In her self-imposed exile, longing eyes to the vulnerable light of swelling Moon, she thinks, she may learn to like this Los Angeles home. Midnight: Time to head back to her hotel room...
What: Progression of an alpha in exile
When: March 23rd, Sunday midnight
Where: City streets and park
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress