Post by .:Mink:. on Nov 17, 2008 20:47:41 GMT -5
It was an explosion of chocolatey goodness. And caramelly goodness. Oh, and it was crunchy. Like bones. Only it was better than bones because it was sweet like sugar rather than blood. Not that blood wasn't sweet. Sugar was just sweeter.
The enormous figure walking along in the subway toward the train shoved quickly past the few other people present. He was going to miss the shuttle to the other side of Merkav, and although he hated vehicles because all you did was stand or sit there idly while the world blew by, the train was faster than he could get there. Not that he couldn't run or jump, there were just too many things to run into and get tangled up in in the surface world. Going through the city wasn't exactly a walk in the park.
Eventually, he reached the toll booths. People were exiting the train. It had just arrived, and as soon as the people standing near the doors got in, it would leave. A hiss escaped the monster of a man's lips. He had no ticket and planned on not requiring one. After all, he had the keys to the city. Immense strength and an angry glare to go with it was all the Twilight alpha needed to get what he wanted. So instead of inserting a ticket stub into the toll booth's hungry mouth, he pushed its metal bars hard enough to let himself through even though they were locked. The security guard that came up to him quickly cowered away when given a look that only Death himself could dish out.
Amadeus made it to the train just as the doors closed, his lashing tail narrowly missing being sliced halfway off. He did not wear his cloak today, as most of the inhabitants of Merkav were lycan like himself, but there happened to be none in this car. There were a few humans, on the other hand. They took one glance at him and then looked in horror at the closed door behind him. Some of them visibly shook.
The werewolf looked down at his hand. In it, there was an empty Twix wrapper. The humans were lucky, he thought, that he didn't have any left. He would only mind ripping them apart if he could get the bittersweet taste of human [disgusting as they were] out of his mouth with something else afterwards. He let the aluminum sheet fall to the floor of the train as it began to move forward and shifted his weight onto the foot closest to the front of the metal monster. One with such sturdiness didn't need to grip the poles running from the ceiling to the floor of the car. The monster boredly watched the dark tunnels blow by, noticing vaguely that almost no one entered the train at its stops after seeing who was onboard it.
The enormous figure walking along in the subway toward the train shoved quickly past the few other people present. He was going to miss the shuttle to the other side of Merkav, and although he hated vehicles because all you did was stand or sit there idly while the world blew by, the train was faster than he could get there. Not that he couldn't run or jump, there were just too many things to run into and get tangled up in in the surface world. Going through the city wasn't exactly a walk in the park.
Eventually, he reached the toll booths. People were exiting the train. It had just arrived, and as soon as the people standing near the doors got in, it would leave. A hiss escaped the monster of a man's lips. He had no ticket and planned on not requiring one. After all, he had the keys to the city. Immense strength and an angry glare to go with it was all the Twilight alpha needed to get what he wanted. So instead of inserting a ticket stub into the toll booth's hungry mouth, he pushed its metal bars hard enough to let himself through even though they were locked. The security guard that came up to him quickly cowered away when given a look that only Death himself could dish out.
Amadeus made it to the train just as the doors closed, his lashing tail narrowly missing being sliced halfway off. He did not wear his cloak today, as most of the inhabitants of Merkav were lycan like himself, but there happened to be none in this car. There were a few humans, on the other hand. They took one glance at him and then looked in horror at the closed door behind him. Some of them visibly shook.
The werewolf looked down at his hand. In it, there was an empty Twix wrapper. The humans were lucky, he thought, that he didn't have any left. He would only mind ripping them apart if he could get the bittersweet taste of human [disgusting as they were] out of his mouth with something else afterwards. He let the aluminum sheet fall to the floor of the train as it began to move forward and shifted his weight onto the foot closest to the front of the metal monster. One with such sturdiness didn't need to grip the poles running from the ceiling to the floor of the car. The monster boredly watched the dark tunnels blow by, noticing vaguely that almost no one entered the train at its stops after seeing who was onboard it.
