Post by DIMITRI XANDER WALDRON on Jul 28, 2013 0:51:57 GMT -6
Dimitri sighed quietly as he walked the dark street. A stranger knocked into him in passing making the small vampire stumble before shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. Hardly anyone was out on this street at this hour he noted and those that were didn't seem to cast him a second glance. Dimitri decided this was good. People asking him if he was lost just rubbed on his nerves. You really get tired of being seen as child for 300 plus years. A cathedral came into view and a smirk lit the boy's face for a moment.
Mortals were so strange. They had always been like that he supposed. Dimitri remembered even during his actual childhood they fought each other over their God and Gods. Man fought against man to defend what? A way of praising a being of higher power? He snorted at the thought but paused at the wrought iron gate that skirted the side and back of the cathedral. Dimitri stared across the rows of old broken headstones and took a step forward.
The weeds the clung to the gate and bars of the fence made it clear no one entered here anymore and what was grass time made brown and withered. This place wasn't tended to. People didn't visit here, at least willingly. The gate opened easily for the raven hair male, though the creak and groan of the tired rusty bolts protested his visit. Soft leather shoes tread soundlessly across the damp ground and the wind blew roughly causing a few old tree limbs to crack and moan.
Dimitri's cape fluttered against his back and he allowed the hood to fall from his head. It was an old thing, the blue cape, worn and remade many times and clutched at by many hands. Dimitri hummed an old haunting melody and ran his fingers across the names etched in stone. One by one all of these names had been forgotten. Souls lost to time with only broken rocks as remembrance. Dimitri's feet stopped him below an oak tree.
Gnarled roots twisted across the ground, some pushing and cracking headstones and pale skeleton limbs crackled and moved back and forth with the wind's ghostly lament. He smiled sadly and felt the rough bark beneath smooth hands. "A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees." Dimitri quoted tracing scars and names engraved long ago. He sat down under the old tree and rested his back against the enormous trunk, knees pulled up to his chest with arms cross atop them. The quiet of the warm night was soothing and ominous all the same and Dimitri rested his forehead against his arms, waiting for what might happen.
Notes;; Open. My first post with this brat. Word Count;; 453 Music Muse;; Misty Mountains (Cold)[/color]
