Post by sacredrapture on Feb 16, 2009 0:34:10 GMT -5
Darkness.
A falling sensation erupts in his stomach. Nausea swirls around his consciousness, a never ending spiral downwards into the abyss. It is sucking him in, down down down.
He awakes with a start, and bolts upright to a sitting position. He is in a bed in a room sparsely decorated. Rays of moonlight shine through the venetian blinds, and cast eerie shadows on the walls. It is cold. He folds his wings around himself, and for a second, he vanishes into the shadows, surrounded by everything black. He slumbers in that position.
Light.
He awakes once more, and this time it is morning. He alights from the bed, stretching his wings, then retracting them. He realizes he is naked. Scanning the room, he finds plain white robes on a chair next to a dresser. His wings turn ethereal as he dresses. Walking to a mirror situated on the dresser, he surveys himself. Long silver hair, fair complexion, striking blue-grey eyes tinged with a barely discernible crimson at the edges. ‘Its contained, for now’ he thought.
He sat on the bed, and started thinking of what happened prior to the reality of this room and its squalor. All he can remember was pain, and a sensation of falling. He looks around the room once more, searching for any clues to his ignorance of the situation. On a small table on the other side of the bed, he spies a white feather and a small chipped red gem. He pockets both, and is back where he is. Absolutely nowhere near figuring out where he is or what he’s doing here.
A twinge of annoyance followed by anger rushed through Vittorio. His pupils suddenly dilate, and the crimson threatens to engulf the blue grey. He closed his eyes, and took a couple of deep breaths. When he opened them again, his eyes were back to normal. He stood, went over to the window and looked out. ‘Perfect. Looks like I wont get the answers I need here’ he thought as his eyes scanned the horizon. Suddenly, his eyes espied an abandoned Church not far away.
He turned around and started for the door. ‘I’ve been wrong before’ he thought with a smirk, as he left the room intent on arriving at the Church.
A falling sensation erupts in his stomach. Nausea swirls around his consciousness, a never ending spiral downwards into the abyss. It is sucking him in, down down down.
He awakes with a start, and bolts upright to a sitting position. He is in a bed in a room sparsely decorated. Rays of moonlight shine through the venetian blinds, and cast eerie shadows on the walls. It is cold. He folds his wings around himself, and for a second, he vanishes into the shadows, surrounded by everything black. He slumbers in that position.
Light.
He awakes once more, and this time it is morning. He alights from the bed, stretching his wings, then retracting them. He realizes he is naked. Scanning the room, he finds plain white robes on a chair next to a dresser. His wings turn ethereal as he dresses. Walking to a mirror situated on the dresser, he surveys himself. Long silver hair, fair complexion, striking blue-grey eyes tinged with a barely discernible crimson at the edges. ‘Its contained, for now’ he thought.
He sat on the bed, and started thinking of what happened prior to the reality of this room and its squalor. All he can remember was pain, and a sensation of falling. He looks around the room once more, searching for any clues to his ignorance of the situation. On a small table on the other side of the bed, he spies a white feather and a small chipped red gem. He pockets both, and is back where he is. Absolutely nowhere near figuring out where he is or what he’s doing here.
A twinge of annoyance followed by anger rushed through Vittorio. His pupils suddenly dilate, and the crimson threatens to engulf the blue grey. He closed his eyes, and took a couple of deep breaths. When he opened them again, his eyes were back to normal. He stood, went over to the window and looked out. ‘Perfect. Looks like I wont get the answers I need here’ he thought as his eyes scanned the horizon. Suddenly, his eyes espied an abandoned Church not far away.
He turned around and started for the door. ‘I’ve been wrong before’ he thought with a smirk, as he left the room intent on arriving at the Church.