Never a proper victory?

[lanfykins.livejournal.com]

( I guess it's all a matter of perspective... )

Cold

[dainul.livejournal.com]

I left all that behind!

I don't know what's happening any more. It'd been working, I'd been in control. Of my future. Of myself. And now... Now I'm lying in a rubble-filled alley, trying to shelter from the driving rain, naked and shivering as the water washes away the blood that coats my body. Not my blood. I guess it's some small mercy that I don't know who's. I need fur, need to remember how, but all I can think of is the screaming, the explosions.

The crowd started running, there was terror on the wind, people running, screaming. Someone said something about a bomb or terrorists or something and it all went to hell. I remember the fear, another explosion nearby sent bodies scattering across the street. I remember the girl, tumbling like some grotesque doll as she flew, one arm missing, across my vision. Then I just remember the fear. Running. Fleeing.

That guy, Tolly. I was going to meet with the werewolves today, but apparently there was some seriously crazy shit going on and it would be a really bad idea for me to go meet them today. Did they cause this?

I'm not a damned monster!

Who the hell am I kidding?

Fuck I'm hungry.

Fuck I'm cold.

Shit! Where's the knife!?

A bit ego-stroky, but quite probably relatively accurate..

[castorlion.livejournal.com]

( somewhere in an expensive area of London )

Dove returns to his family

[twicedead.livejournal.com]

( and she has been hurt )