Waking up in madness ! !

The fae smiled, looking up a the brightly shining sun, a gentle breeze blew through the sweet smelling air. Amber optics glanced down from the sky over to a rustling in the bushes, she was on her toes immidiatly with a dagger in her palm. A soft chuckle came from the bush as a figure immerged. she sat and smiled at the male who sat beside her, who smiled back. This was her brother, Kevin, in his hand he clutched something tight, something with a thin rope tied around it. Babylon cocked her head a bit "what have you got there kevin" she said sweeetly with a small smile. "a presaent for my annoting little sister" he said in a playful voice. Babylon held her hand out to her brother, and he placed a small wooden object in her palm curling her fingers around it and pushing it back towards her. With her other hand she grabbed the string it was tied to and lifted the object to eye level. A small skull dangled from the thin piece of string, Babylon smiiled and turned to her brother "thanks, it's cute". Kevin smiled back "ur quite welcome". Babylon tied the string in a tight knot around her neck and smiled at the skull that hung from it then hugged her brother happily.

The thunder roared outside, which woke her up. Babylon currled up in her cornner, hugging her knees, and burying her chin withing her arms staring through the tree roots that hung over the entrance of her 'den' as the rain poured down drenching the thirsty earth. Her long black hair rested over the right side of her face and over her shoulder "that was the last time i got to hold him..." she said in a low almost in audiable whisper as she gripped her knees tighter. "why won't you just go away..." she said almost angrily, staring blankly out at the rain, before lightining flashed again and the thunder roared once more.

A strange day for the gray haired guy, because he was walking in the forest during a rainy day, no explanation or reason he had to do it, he only wanted to walk and clean his mind, the last few months had been a mess, strangely he felt like his life was getting empty, without reason or use.

It was really strange for him, a werewolf with 200 years of age feeling empty and without reason at this time wasn’t a normal thing after all, but he couldn’t avoid feeling it deep in his chest and mind; normally when he felt that way he always left everything behind and started again, after all money and possessions wasn’t something that worried him, but this time even running away looked futile.

Eyes lost in the gray and clouded horizon the guy watched how the sky roared and displayed its anger with white lines of light that threatened the earth; each lighting reflexes in his yellow/green orbs, but the sadness they had never disappeared, and make him look like he was dead inside, but the constant and rhythmic movement of his chest with each breath showed he wasn’t dead, he only had any emotion in him.

Keeping stepping forward and without direction or destiny Tom felt how his hear and clothes got completely soaked, but he didn’t put much attention to it, but the only thing that caught his attention was the weak smell of someone of his kind laying close really close; scanning the place with his eyes he found some kind of den under a tree, when he found it he didn’t move a muscle or intoned a word he only keep staring at the den and the tree, staring with his sad eyes and emotionless face like he was waiting for something to happen.

Her noses twitched a bit and her ears seemed to perk up at the sound of feet traversing the damp ground. What a weird girl she was, even as a human she was still so wolf like. Shoulders straightened, as she lifted her head from her knees, and with a hard swallow she worked up the strength to get up and she looked outside. Babylon used her arms like paws, and crawled halfway out from her den, and looked up from her position on the ground, black hair draped over her shoulder as she looked up through the one eye that wasn't covered with her black hair. Amber stared into yellow/green and for a while that's all that she did. Her hair was soaked, as was her upper body, she shook, and attempted to clean her hands of the mud. she sneezed and looked back up at the silver haired male that stood before her, with a sniffle, she reached her hand out in an attempt to grab his "it's cold out here..." she said in somewhat of hushed voice "...come inside where it's warm..." she offered attempting to lock her hand around his and pull himin her den out of the rain.

Immovable like he was made of stone he watched all the time and each move of the wolfish girl that appeared from under the tree and his inexpressive eyes remained even if he felt for a moment some pity for her when she struggled to get rid of the mud that covered her paws.

Rain became a storm as wind roared in the place hitting trees and tearing them of leaves, but Tom didn’t move or even showed any kind of displease being rammed by the murderous water drops strengthened by wind, he only keep staring at the wolfish girl, his green/yellow eyes caught her amber one as she lifted one of her paws with the intention to reach his.

Being completely empty the young guy only watched her grabbing his hand as she offered him to get inside, and as he felt her warm hand he turned to saw her, no sound escaped his voice, but his mind tried to build an idea at her kind intentions, but his empty heart was stronger than his mind so his empty eyes watched her in some confused way but still he didn’t move or showed any sign he was escaping of his state of full emptiness.

Just like the rain that was covering and stealing his warmth, his strange depression was stealing everything he had, and by a moment he pondered if he still should be living that immortal life that was granted so long ago by that cursed brown dog.