Post by dmitrius on Oct 10, 2011 1:08:03 GMT 1
In the darkened, earthy tunnels it was so hard to tell night from day, which made it harder for Dmitrius's lover to apprehend him for sleeping so late into the day. The Beta-Wolf stared up at the ceiling, tapping his foot against the wall at the end of the bed whilst he considered finally getting up.
Stretching our his sleep stiffened muscles Dmitrius slowly sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and pulling on a pair of faded old jeans that had been left at the side of his bed, neatly folded. Nudity was not a problem in the under-city, and especially at his rank, no-one but Lukias, and perhaps Selene would contest his willingness to wear clothing, but the tunnels had become colder recently, somehow, at least in Ares's experience.
Today was as non-descript as any other for the man. Get up whenever, report to Lukias, check up on scavengers, guards and at times he would ensure the protection of the pups. An easy life for a monster who craved excitement in any form available to him. He wouldn't mind a rogue vampire attacking if it meant getting out of this routine, it lulled the pack into a false sense of security, which he hated.
It had been some time since Axelle's return to the pack, and he seemed to be healed once more, as did the bond between the two of them, on the night stand sat Dmitrius's piece, the black knight, beside the broken black bishop, which represented Axelle. As Ares looked at the carved pieces he couldn't help but smile. Despite his reluctance to admit it, the peace of this last while had meant more time with Axelle, something that the younger man always enjoyed.
With a sigh, Ares stood, tentatively, his head swimming slightly as he got up, but quickly clearing. From his room to the den, where Axelle's "trial" had been held the Beta got more than a few looks, normal enough for him. He was intimidating to most, and his rank alone drew attention, he oozed power, similar to Lukias, though perhaps a little muffled compared to the Alpha.
Entering the "throne room" Dmitrius bowed lowly before his leader, before straightiening and flashing a grin at Lukias. "Morning." He said, despite the lateness of the day.
Stretching our his sleep stiffened muscles Dmitrius slowly sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and pulling on a pair of faded old jeans that had been left at the side of his bed, neatly folded. Nudity was not a problem in the under-city, and especially at his rank, no-one but Lukias, and perhaps Selene would contest his willingness to wear clothing, but the tunnels had become colder recently, somehow, at least in Ares's experience.
Today was as non-descript as any other for the man. Get up whenever, report to Lukias, check up on scavengers, guards and at times he would ensure the protection of the pups. An easy life for a monster who craved excitement in any form available to him. He wouldn't mind a rogue vampire attacking if it meant getting out of this routine, it lulled the pack into a false sense of security, which he hated.
It had been some time since Axelle's return to the pack, and he seemed to be healed once more, as did the bond between the two of them, on the night stand sat Dmitrius's piece, the black knight, beside the broken black bishop, which represented Axelle. As Ares looked at the carved pieces he couldn't help but smile. Despite his reluctance to admit it, the peace of this last while had meant more time with Axelle, something that the younger man always enjoyed.
With a sigh, Ares stood, tentatively, his head swimming slightly as he got up, but quickly clearing. From his room to the den, where Axelle's "trial" had been held the Beta got more than a few looks, normal enough for him. He was intimidating to most, and his rank alone drew attention, he oozed power, similar to Lukias, though perhaps a little muffled compared to the Alpha.
Entering the "throne room" Dmitrius bowed lowly before his leader, before straightiening and flashing a grin at Lukias. "Morning." He said, despite the lateness of the day.