" god i've tried "





How could days be so long, even when reaching twenty-four hours? they seemed the stretch longer and longer with each passing sunset. they would go on for hours and hours on end, feeling like it would just never stop. nighttime came as slow as morning. he understood that the sun rose every morning, stayed up for a good twelve hours, then went back to sleep as the moon took its place. he understood the cycle, never getting tired of it. but he was exhausted of having to get up each morning and face those memories hat continued to torment his poor soul. memories that showed their evil selves in his pleasant dreams when he least expected it. whenever he would turn his head at night, he swore he could see his abusive parents seething looks as they stared down at their deadbeat son. they would always question why he couldn't be like his sister. why couldn't he have an evil bone in his body? why couldn't he do anything right? he'd show them. he'd show them that he was capable of doing so much more than they had ever dreamed. that he was going to do big things in his lifetime. he just had to figure out what those things were and then he would be set.

Damianos grew up with terrible parents, ones who were verbally abusive and physically. he still had scars on his back from where they would lash out and cut him with their sharp claws, their giant canine teeth.. just those memories were enough to make him flinch. how could they expose him to such sorrows at such a young age. what did he ever do to them? he knew the answer. his mother had never wanted to be pregnant, had never wanted to have children. when she found out, she had even tried to stop it. somehow it failed and she was stuck in birth. he was the second one born between him and his sister. immediately, both his parents decided that she was the one that would be the heir to the throne of their pack. their one successor. they treated him like he was nothing, as if he would never be anything of any particular interest. he was still raised by them, just didn't endure the training that his goody little two shoes sister got to. she would have ended up a good leader if their parents had have corrupted her mind the way that they did. they caused her to become blood-thirsty and power hungry. his dear sister, down the drain.

As these thoughts filled his head, he shook his cranium. if they thought he wasn't blood-thirsty enough, he would show them. he had grown to love the taste of the crimson liquid and enjoyed seeing it run from his victims bodies. he hadn't yet killed a wolf, figuring that would be too far for his level of expertise. now, he wasn't opposed to it. he just never learned that skill. no one had taught him. he was especially excited to get to learn how to do something along those lines.

"I'll show them," his voice was low as he let out the pure snarl. "they'll regret having cast me out." since he had came to blossom, he had found out about vampires. he was tempted to see if any wolf would let him undergo the change. he had a chance of dying, but also a chance of becoming one. he'd been told to search out lucaya, queen of caidir olc. he'd learned of her presence and her many children who resided with her. damianos was excited to see what he came across.

It was easy to find the border. his muzzle rose as he let out a howl from the border. he wouldn't cross unless he was invited in, he figured that would be rude. he also didn't want to offend the vampires living there. so instead, he sat. his green eyes gazed intently into the thick forest, a blank look on his face.

" am i lost in your eyes? "
damianos . lost . child of delaria