Post by Emeric Peirce on May 28, 2013 20:13:52 GMT -5
I've got bad blood
I've done bad things
How can I control myself
If I enjoy these nasty habits
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Emeric loved the sound of the woods. The way the birds seemed to still make their calls, even as darkness swept across the land. Bats and owls were none of his concern. He actually smiled as he heard them awaken. It was always so clear that even Beacon Hills had a night life quite different from that which the world saw during the day.
Gentle feet were careful to avoid rocks, stumps, and large sticks. He never cared about avoiding smaller twigs. He would skip a step, as if he realized that a step might possible end the life of a creature no one else could see. He was ever careful. He had no intention of killing even the smallest of bugs. Sure, even he stepped on an ant or spider from time to time. Even Em found spiders to be creepy.
The teen had on a zip up blue hoodie tugged over a simple red t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of converse. He wasn't much for the rule of bright clothes while in the woods. Honestly, he wasn't expecting to run into people. Besides, he could easily heal from a normal hunting arrow if he was mistaken for a deer. However, honestly... Who in their right mind would hunt in the preserve? That was what Emeric wondered.
He stopped at a tree, inspecting it. He reached up a hand to touch it. He wanted to frown at noticing a small crack in its bark like someone had actually used it as target practice. Or, in the worst case, actually used the tree to capture a creature. "Poor thing. The people here don't cherish you..." He leaned forward to kiss the tree, using his own magic to heal the mark time had yet to erase.
He stiffened a little as he became all too aware that he wasn't alone anymore.
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I've done bad things
How can I control myself
If I enjoy these nasty habits
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Emeric loved the sound of the woods. The way the birds seemed to still make their calls, even as darkness swept across the land. Bats and owls were none of his concern. He actually smiled as he heard them awaken. It was always so clear that even Beacon Hills had a night life quite different from that which the world saw during the day.
Gentle feet were careful to avoid rocks, stumps, and large sticks. He never cared about avoiding smaller twigs. He would skip a step, as if he realized that a step might possible end the life of a creature no one else could see. He was ever careful. He had no intention of killing even the smallest of bugs. Sure, even he stepped on an ant or spider from time to time. Even Em found spiders to be creepy.
The teen had on a zip up blue hoodie tugged over a simple red t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of converse. He wasn't much for the rule of bright clothes while in the woods. Honestly, he wasn't expecting to run into people. Besides, he could easily heal from a normal hunting arrow if he was mistaken for a deer. However, honestly... Who in their right mind would hunt in the preserve? That was what Emeric wondered.
He stopped at a tree, inspecting it. He reached up a hand to touch it. He wanted to frown at noticing a small crack in its bark like someone had actually used it as target practice. Or, in the worst case, actually used the tree to capture a creature. "Poor thing. The people here don't cherish you..." He leaned forward to kiss the tree, using his own magic to heal the mark time had yet to erase.
He stiffened a little as he became all too aware that he wasn't alone anymore.
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