runawayninja
Supernova
- Joined
- Apr 29, 2010
It was raining sheets, coming down cats and dogs it seemed. The rain was just pouring down in a torrent as the streets of Neo Metro, the so-called City of the Future. Blues, greens, yellows, reds, and purples of neon lights glowed in the darkness of night as the shops usually active at night closed up and people took cover in night clubs, bars, restaurants, wherever they could find.
Rafe slowly opened his eyes, huddled up next to a garbage dumpster, trying to shield himself from the rain. This was his first memory. He had little more than a light cloth jacket and some shorts to his name. This was all he knew...his earliest memory. He whimpered a bit as this frightening knowledge came to his mind. He was dirty and his short, silvery hair was mottled with grime and dust. Bright green eyes pleaded for help.
But deep inside this innocent facade, there lay darker knowledge. He became aware of a need. A desire. Flesh. A hunger for soft, fresh, sweet young flesh. Not to consume, but to mate with, a consumption of a different kind. He had a burning need to do something terrible to something young, busty, and fertile.
Rafe slowly opened his eyes, huddled up next to a garbage dumpster, trying to shield himself from the rain. This was his first memory. He had little more than a light cloth jacket and some shorts to his name. This was all he knew...his earliest memory. He whimpered a bit as this frightening knowledge came to his mind. He was dirty and his short, silvery hair was mottled with grime and dust. Bright green eyes pleaded for help.
But deep inside this innocent facade, there lay darker knowledge. He became aware of a need. A desire. Flesh. A hunger for soft, fresh, sweet young flesh. Not to consume, but to mate with, a consumption of a different kind. He had a burning need to do something terrible to something young, busty, and fertile.