Red and Gold [Wittyshrew;Reyne]
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				Title: <strong>Red and Gold [Wittyshrew;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reyne</strong> on <strong>15-12-2013, 03:59:01</strong>
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				<br>The city has never been kind. The lights are always too bright, the noise is always too much, and the smell is never...pleasant. It's all man made, all forged in greedy dreams and ridiculous hopes. Humans care too much for the city. They believe it holds the future, they believe it holds dreams and fantasy, money and freedom. In reality it is a concrete prison. A place of stench and ruin that Idris has never cared for. It has become his prison, truly. There are nights he works, nights where he looks into the eyes of a human being and lies straight to their perfect little faces. Even the ugly ones are perfect when compared to a beast, after all.<br><br>Idris does not live within his prison at least. There are nights where he can escape, moments of freedom and fresh air in the wet woods beyond the black tar and suburban homes. Hanging above him the moon is ripe, silvery and glowing and his eyes widen as he inhales. This is his home, he even has a little trailer hidden in the woods. There's a low hanging canopy and cheap plastic chairs with dangling white Christmas lights on the edge of the cape that he sometimes eats beneath when he feels like having his dinner in the wild.<br><br>It's cozy. To him. And it's where he can hide and be himself, where no prying eyes come to lurk. Of course, within miles of his tiny metal trailer there are those that dwell. Older couples usually, hating the city just as much as Idris and wanting to get away from all of the hustle and bustle. He's seen them in passing in his natural form, has even smelled them. He's never really cared for them though they're just neighbors in a sense.<br><br>There's one night however, one night that draws him away because there's a scent on the air that is sweet and rises above the scent of meatballs being cooked and the old perfume of a woman who is dawdling around the kitchen. Creeping low, Idris rumbles as he approaches, golden eyes bright, black fur silver with the light of the moon. He's on the edge of the property, within the trees and curious. That's when someone catches his eye. Someone with hair as bright as the sun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and Gold [Wittyshrew;Reyne]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WittyShrew</strong> on <strong>15-12-2013, 06:03:45</strong>
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				Brady was a city boy. It was a fact that dawned on him every time he came to visit his grandparents. Not to say that he didn't enjoy their company. On the contrary, Brady loved being around his g-ma, the only true mother he had ever known. And even his g-pa could be reasonable when he wasn't swinging his cane in annoyance. Although in his defense, Brady hadn't yet mastered discretion.<br><br>It was a chilly night or "sweater weather" as his g-ma had put it. As such, Brady had reached for the nearest hoodie he could find, a bright red monstrosity that made him stick out like a sore thumb. With his shirt and ripped jeans he looked like a proper hoodlum but Brady had never been one to put much thought into his clothes. The baggier, the better. <br><br>With a promise not to wander too far, Brady had set out for a stroll. Not much of a nature lover, the real meaning behind his sudden departure was the packet of crumpled cigarettes in his pocket. No, it wasn't terribly wise to be smoking in the wilderness but Brady wasn't stupid enough to start a fire. He had been smoking since he was 14 and didn't intend to quit now. <br><br>The moment he stepped out a gust of wind swept up the messy blond locks that hung past his slender shoulders and whipped them about his pale face. He cursed softly and tugged the hood over his head, providing some protection from the cold night air. <br><br>"Don't wander too far," his g-ma called.<br><br>"I won't," he responded, trying to hide the aggravation. He was 16 and still treated like he was 6. He supposed it came with being the youngest grandchild. <br><br>He set off for a winding path, knowing the trees would grow denser the farther he went. He had a torch with him for safety measures but the light of the moon was proving to work just fine and he found himself whistling a merry tune as he strolled along. In a few days he'd be back in the city with nothing to look forward to.<br><br>Life was dull and despite his genius, Brady didn't yet understand how to remedy that without the aid of marijuana. Had he known that he was being watched, he may have changed his tune.
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