Post by .:Desired:. on Sept 2, 2013 21:26:30 GMT -5
The sky was dark; the sun had long ago sunk deep into the earth. It took the heat with it, leaving a coldness that was shocking. The moon was bright tonight, finally full. It lit the ground with a strange silver glow. Shadows were darker than in the day and everything else was tinged grey. It was a dark essence that surrounded the broken and dusty field. In the background the crickets created an even more haunted melody than the brief wind that offered a respite from the day.
Around the shadows of the dead grasses, and through the distorted darkness ghosted another figure. It moved just the same as a shadow, his dark coat glistening silver at the tips, whenever the moon managed to grace his frame. His yellow-green eyes glinted yellow in the bright light when he lifted his head to peer across the area. Admiral sighed as he wondered why most dark-minded dog always talked about the ferocity of the sun. He scoffed in their faces. He marveled the moon instead, seeing as it seemed to fit him perfectly. It was ever changing and always different, and it seemed to scare many of the dogs around him. Most disliked the darkness of night, unable to see as well as in the day. He reveled in it.
His body lay on the cool floor of the dirt, and though he looked to be calm. He wasn’t. To a well-trained eye, he was riddled with energy that had been boiling for the past week. It quivered inside him, made his chest ache as his heart thudded ferociously. The glitter of mania was easily seen in his wide eyes. His head was racing with ideas that were as fast as shooting stars. He’d wanted to go for a run, so he’d charged after it, running until he had no idea where he was or for how long his paws had pounded into the dirt. His chest didn’t even heave with the effort and he knew there was no sleeping for him tonight. The run had been a great idea until one brighter came through.
He wanted to talk, to learn, to understand what made canines tick. He wanted to let loose his charmer’s tongue, to scramble the brains of males who thought themselves better or to charm a female into a romp-filled night. He wanted to run through a city and meet everyone. And he was stuck in the middle of nowhere.
And none of this was really what he wanted. This energy filled him, overwhelmed him. It was in control more than he was. He was simply along for the ride his brain had decided to go on. He wanted to socialize but the smallest part of him was worried. What crazy ideas did his brain have in mind? Moods like this could mean anything. He was a dare-devil just waiting for inspiration. He was a politician who needed a debate. He would fight for any strange idea that entered his mind. He was a lover just wanting the comfort of a lover. He was a fighter waiting for the bell. He was a manic depressive having a hypomanic bipolar episode and needing release. Only, he knew none of this except the fact that he was bored. Increasingly and deeply bored.
He whined, paws pattering a strange rhythm on the ground. He was bored, but unsure where to go. The scrap yard? He had met lovely Roulette there but she had moved on, leaving another scar on his heart. He snorted to clear that painful memory away. Damn her, he had told her his secret and she had disappeared. See if he ever did that again. Admiral lifted his head, surveying the empty saloon room and whining when he didn’t see anything. Roulette had pulled him from a depressive episode. His jaws snapped shut with a click and anger rippled down his spine. He’d been stupid to let her even know. He stood up, a growl emanating from his throat.
He wanted to tear something. His anger made his head thrum. When he could find nothing, it ebbed away. He sighed, flopping back down on his haunches with a bored sigh.
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Notes/Admiral’s emotional state: Admiral is experiencing a manic episode. He’ll be full of energy, irrational and easily annoyed.
Muse: Good. Sorry about the recycling, I hate opening posts.
Tune: None
Tags: Amaia with Amaia;;