Jesse sat there, looking up at the sunset. Smoke puffed from his jaws as he waited for the moon to rise. Not that he particularly needed the lunar cycle, his pure blood ran through thick veins under his tan rough skin. But he waited for nightfall, looking out across the landscape, the craggy rocks on of the West. Peaks of rocks jutting up like fangs from the dry landscape, like claws scraping across the wide open sky.
The sunset reflected in his golden eyes, like liquid honey dripping out of a hive of angry bees. He sat there on the porch, waiting. A bottle of half finished whiskey on there, the ranch animals kept locked safely in the barn. His rocking chair squeaked with each movement, strong arms gripped its aged wood surface.
Each minute he watched, occasionally taking a swig of that amber bottle. Liquid heaven in a label-less bottle. He waited to hunt, tonight would be a good hall. He saw some game pass through not too long ago, but he lived too close to town to go hunting during the day.
With each minute….His blood boiled in anticipation. The last of light crept under that beautiful horizon and the stars lit up the wide open sky. Navy blue and purple. The last of his waiting was over. The brunette man got up out of his chair and walked down the porch.
A last swig before the bottle landed on the edge of the railing and his clothes tossed aside. He stretched, embracing that cold desert air before he turned and howled to the great open land he called home. The sound carried far and wide, echoing across the sun-bleached rocks.
What? No hugs and tears for an old friend? Not like i’d expect it though. If you’d shouted “Fang!” and hugged me i mighta had a heart attack on the spot. But i’m glad to see you’re still the same.It’s been a long time,after all…
raphael openly following simon on twitter just to post cryptic things about betrayal and heart simon’s tweets even tho it’s nothing but boring shit like a picture of a cat he passed in an alley or bits of original lyrics