Post by Isaac Lahey on Jun 11, 2013 10:09:25 GMT -5
And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
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Isaac couldn't say he was a fan of the morning. Okay, in some ways he was. He loved the light that chased the darkness away. He loved that he didn't have to go to sleep. He loved the way the world seemed to come to life, everything waking from its slumber. Most of all, he loved the freedom from nightmares.
The day made him slightly restless. He knew tonight was the full moon. He wondered what the plans would be when he returned home. Actually, he didn't want to think about it. He knew how to control his wolf, keep it from bursting out and killing people. He knew how to anchor himself from this world.
He didn't even know where he was going at this point. He guessed getting lost in the woods was alright by him. He was learning to track things by their scent, so figured he could find his way back to the Hale house and settle there for a while. He knew how to get back to the road from the house. And that thing gave away its own scent. It smelled like it was burning, like the fire would never stop no matter how much time passed.
The teen ran his fingers through his curls as he yawned. It had been yet another restless night, but not as bad as some of them. This morning wasn't welcomed but it wasn't unwelcomed. The werewolf just wished he had had a couple more minutes of restful sleep before his body told him it was time to get up.
Isaac tucked his hands into his pockets, trying to pay attention to what he hears and smells. Derek had told him he would have to learn how to depend on his other senses if he couldn't see. It was difficult. He was so dependent on sight. However, he knew sound good. He had learned to use that sense very well living with his father. But smell... Isaac still had trouble identifying unfamiliar things.
Like that one. It could be a skunk or something for all he knew. The scent was strong and overpowering. Or it could actually be gentle and not as potent as he was letting himself believe. He had to pause in his step and lean against a tree. Yup. He took in too much. The scent had overpowered his senses and he wasn't even all that aware of someone approaching him.
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So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
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Isaac couldn't say he was a fan of the morning. Okay, in some ways he was. He loved the light that chased the darkness away. He loved that he didn't have to go to sleep. He loved the way the world seemed to come to life, everything waking from its slumber. Most of all, he loved the freedom from nightmares.
The day made him slightly restless. He knew tonight was the full moon. He wondered what the plans would be when he returned home. Actually, he didn't want to think about it. He knew how to control his wolf, keep it from bursting out and killing people. He knew how to anchor himself from this world.
He didn't even know where he was going at this point. He guessed getting lost in the woods was alright by him. He was learning to track things by their scent, so figured he could find his way back to the Hale house and settle there for a while. He knew how to get back to the road from the house. And that thing gave away its own scent. It smelled like it was burning, like the fire would never stop no matter how much time passed.
The teen ran his fingers through his curls as he yawned. It had been yet another restless night, but not as bad as some of them. This morning wasn't welcomed but it wasn't unwelcomed. The werewolf just wished he had had a couple more minutes of restful sleep before his body told him it was time to get up.
Isaac tucked his hands into his pockets, trying to pay attention to what he hears and smells. Derek had told him he would have to learn how to depend on his other senses if he couldn't see. It was difficult. He was so dependent on sight. However, he knew sound good. He had learned to use that sense very well living with his father. But smell... Isaac still had trouble identifying unfamiliar things.
Like that one. It could be a skunk or something for all he knew. The scent was strong and overpowering. Or it could actually be gentle and not as potent as he was letting himself believe. He had to pause in his step and lean against a tree. Yup. He took in too much. The scent had overpowered his senses and he wasn't even all that aware of someone approaching him.
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NOTES: For Kirky!
MUSIC: "Shake It Out" - Florance And The Machine