it’s one long night. mother nature’s tanks rolled across the sky, blocking out the rays of father sun so that darkness fell across the harbor, marking the path of the tanks that were the army of the angered mother. for mother nature was displeased with this city, with the disruption to the peace that this harbor presented. but the war was not to start yet, for the pounding of the guns had yet to begin, and though her soldiers poured from the tanks, dropping from the skies to fall upon the ground below, the true battle had not yet begun. what was she waiting for, mother nature? was she hoping that the fear among the city would reach its peak as it waited fro its fate? or was she showing mercy by allowing those caught in the onslaught to find cover first? regardless, her soldiers fell upon the ground, and then remained, holding position, the front lines building across the harbor, but their numbers did not roll forward just yet, did not flood across the city, did not cause damage. they were waiting, waiting for orders, waiting for a signal. and when it came, when the first guns began to pound, then the soldiers would follow soon after, gathering their ranks before rushing into the charge, performing the will of mother nature, carrying out her wrath. but the war was not to start just yet; the soldiers and guns would wait just a bit longer.

that i’m passing through. and just as they were waiting, holding for mother nature’s command, for that first, all-telling shot, he, too, waited. but his was not an act of obedience, waiting for any one order; his was merely a game, waiting within the darkness of a warehouse like a spider in its web. he knew not what his prey would be, but one was sure to seek cover within the warehouse when a war was about to rage out across the skies. no stray in their right mind would wait to get caught in the crossfire beyond the safety of shelter, and so he had set his trap, his thick set bodice waiting in a dark corner, his cerulean gaze caressing the entrance as he awaited a fly to approach his web. he needed no bait to lure them in, for the trap itself was the bait, and once he had his prey within his grasp, he could have some fun. he did so hope it was a femme who came by; he wanted some real fun, not merely a bout of tossing insults or a scrap of fighting. so when a feminine form passed under his waiting gaze, his maw stretched into a smirk, anticipation a warming flame across his skin. he waited until she had settled herself within the warehouse, until he figured she’d have less chance of bolting, his ear shifting forward to capture her words from the air just as he would capture her. his muscles shifted beneath his pelt, heaving his bodice to his paws, his pistons pulling his form from the corner, bringing himself between the fae and the opening as he revealed his presence. his tongue escaped from his ebon lips, running along his fangs and maw as he eyed her, his gaze passing across ever inch of her form, leaving nothing to his imagination. it was a long moment before he spoke, his voice just loud enough to make himself heard over mother nature’s rage. well, my dear, his tone was patronizing, turning the endearment into an insult, i’m sorry to disappoint, but i don’t guess i’m one of your usual customers. but maybe you’ll make some room in your schedule for one more before your next appointments decide to show. i promise i won’t be long.

i feel things changing when i move: 623
it’s a distance, it’s a difference: finished
across the planet without you: incubus
and you might call this a downfall: short, but I’m being rushed *looks at pointedly* XD
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