Post by FAITH BLACKFEATHER on Jun 16, 2016 13:42:11 GMT -6
Days go on forever
But I have not left your side
We can chase the dark together
If you go then so will I
But I have not left your side
We can chase the dark together
If you go then so will I
He had just been called into a case involving a fire. An arsonist had lit an entire apartment complex on fire. Faith was sent the hospital to speak with the injured, which he had just finished doing. He exited one of the rooms were a young women was being treated for minor burns. He figured that he’d be able to gather better information about the cause of the fire. So far, nobody was taken into police custody. The fire, had been meant to be seen as an accident, however, they found gas cans and some matched at the scene of the crime. He sighed softly, mainly to himself and nobody else. It was hard being one of the lawful people in this city. So many people getting away with literal murder. Not to mention the war going on between the werewolves and vampires. Faith, had decided to protect those around him from the chaos. Although, he was directly involved in the war. He and others were cleaning up after the damage was done.
As he walked down the hallway, he headed for the elevator. After all this time, he could use a hot cup of coffee. As the doors open, he stepped inside. He thought back to all the promises that he had made. To his friends, Ava, Charity, Ade, and those people meant the world to him. If he failed to protect those that he was concerned about, then he’d be unable to live with himself. It was in the same way that he had rejected his inner wolf for the longest time. He put on a human façade, and lived a relatively simple lifestyle. With the fact, that he was allowing the wolf out more often. Having that freedom, really helped out in the end. He had fought against the wolf. Denied it for so very long. To the point that he deprived himself of the simple joys of being a lycan. As the elevator fell to the first floor, he exited it and turned right. He followed the signs to the cafeteria.
As he entered into the hospital cafeteria, he walked over to one of the dispensers for dark roasted coffee. He grabbed a cup, and pulled down on the latch. The black liquid poured out, and the smell automatically filled his nostrils. Besides, eating animal flesh-- which he avoided attacking people in wolf form, which he had gained control over. He turned around, and took a few steps straight towards the cash register and the women behind it. He didn’t exchange any words, but instead dug into his jeans pocket for his obsidian colored wallet. He paid the women, and turned away.
Everything was bothering him. The crime rate in the city was getting out of hand. He wanted for people to be safe, not getting caught up in the supernatural battlefield. He walked to a table and chair near the window of the cafeteria. The sunlight was warm, as he sat, he placed the coffee cup on the pale table. His eyes turned to view of the hospital courtyard. His right hand, automatically reached for the wooden crucifix beneath his shirt, that Charity had made for him. It was the only thing that reminded him of his past. If anyone needed him, they knew were to find him. He sighed softly, and thought back to the days of when he had been mortal. Somehow, he missed the simplistic endeavors of it. He had wanted to be a top hunter, back when the Order was still around. He was immortal, although he looked to be in his early thirties. He took a sip of coffee, and the black liquid slithered down his throat. He was content for the moment. Everything made sense, he was exactly where he needed to be. The police force was like a second family. After he had been exiled by his own family members, the church.
As he walked down the hallway, he headed for the elevator. After all this time, he could use a hot cup of coffee. As the doors open, he stepped inside. He thought back to all the promises that he had made. To his friends, Ava, Charity, Ade, and those people meant the world to him. If he failed to protect those that he was concerned about, then he’d be unable to live with himself. It was in the same way that he had rejected his inner wolf for the longest time. He put on a human façade, and lived a relatively simple lifestyle. With the fact, that he was allowing the wolf out more often. Having that freedom, really helped out in the end. He had fought against the wolf. Denied it for so very long. To the point that he deprived himself of the simple joys of being a lycan. As the elevator fell to the first floor, he exited it and turned right. He followed the signs to the cafeteria.
As he entered into the hospital cafeteria, he walked over to one of the dispensers for dark roasted coffee. He grabbed a cup, and pulled down on the latch. The black liquid poured out, and the smell automatically filled his nostrils. Besides, eating animal flesh-- which he avoided attacking people in wolf form, which he had gained control over. He turned around, and took a few steps straight towards the cash register and the women behind it. He didn’t exchange any words, but instead dug into his jeans pocket for his obsidian colored wallet. He paid the women, and turned away.
Everything was bothering him. The crime rate in the city was getting out of hand. He wanted for people to be safe, not getting caught up in the supernatural battlefield. He walked to a table and chair near the window of the cafeteria. The sunlight was warm, as he sat, he placed the coffee cup on the pale table. His eyes turned to view of the hospital courtyard. His right hand, automatically reached for the wooden crucifix beneath his shirt, that Charity had made for him. It was the only thing that reminded him of his past. If anyone needed him, they knew were to find him. He sighed softly, and thought back to the days of when he had been mortal. Somehow, he missed the simplistic endeavors of it. He had wanted to be a top hunter, back when the Order was still around. He was immortal, although he looked to be in his early thirties. He took a sip of coffee, and the black liquid slithered down his throat. He was content for the moment. Everything made sense, he was exactly where he needed to be. The police force was like a second family. After he had been exiled by his own family members, the church.