an audience of the stars [open!]

[FANTABULOUS.]

It just so happened that every once in a blue moon, when the king tide swept across the pebbly beaches and drenched the rocky outcrop above the shifting sands and rolling waves, that a rogue wave pounded into a particular rock and formed a natural bowl-shaped curve. And was inside this throne so created by mother earth that a regal and proud grey wolf sat. Surveying his territory, a large head and larger shoulder swivelled while the rest of his strongly outlined form stayed rigid and regimented. He was the alpha of the pack who lived in this region of the crashing waves and harsh cliffs, and he knew it. There was a sly grin painted somewhere on the features of the grey wolf's face, but it was only visible if you were close enough to him to get a good look. But you had to be very lucky to be granted that kind of proximity.

The sun started to set over the horizon and the sky started to melt into the wavy border, and seemingly as he watched it with half half-smile on his face, the sun set beneath the ocean and the first of the stars came out. Settling back on his haunches Farrah looked incredibly impressed with himself. Sure, the pack was small; they had been affected lately by attacks and illness, and a few of his most loyal followers had left in the winter to follow the loner life, too tired of hunting for the pack and guarding for the pack and preferring to just live for themselves or their mate. But he still felt proud of himself for being the alpha male of this huge and, undoubtedly, most beautiful of the three territories in this area. And soon he hoped to conquest other parts of the land, those usually inhabited by the loners or even, when he was prepared and his pack was back to its full potential, begin in earnest the war that had been brewing between the Quicksilvers and the Thestrals - or really, between himself and Nyx.

And that had him thinking. Back to his years as yearlings; their years as yearlings. Because for that one year he had shared everything with the beautiful black fae he had been so desperately in love with. But then something happened and they became the most hated of mortal enemies. Nothing she could do right now would ever get him back to her. Or, at least, that was what he told himself. But really, deep deep down in Farrah's heart he wished so much that things had gone right and Nyx was his. Technically, he deserved whatever he wanted and that black femme was what he really, really wanted. Nobody remembered what sparked that heated argument - it was something small but the stubborn, dominant nature of both of them conflicted and combined to spark this war that was going to burst into flames any week now. All he knew was that outwardly, he hated everything about her; and inwardly, all he wanted was for her to forgive him. But he was too proud to be the first to apologise.

The other wolves had not done anything to cause this tempest that was beginning to evolve. Like a stormcloud on the horizon, now every wolf in this forest knew the rivalry and hatred between the huge grey brute and the lithe black fae. It was somewhat hard to miss. Raising his large pointed muzzle to the stars, Farrah felt the rumble grow in the depths of his barrel chest and let it out, feeling the sound grow into a deep and dominant howl. All of his pride was in that howl, and it challenged anyone within his territory or outside of it. But it seemed only the stars were listening now. Settling down for another long night, Farrah felt no need to go back to the pack camp for tonight. He was just going to lie here on his throne, watching out onto the darkened waves and the stars just beginning to twinkle.

take you to the top of this building
and just push you off.
run down the stairs so i can see,
your face as you hit the street.
you know that you are worthless.
and i am better than the games that you play, princess.
this time, i win. so here's your kiss goodbye.

notes: somebody come give farrah a bit of run. i want to figure out his violent impulsive obsessive personality properly.
muse: not so bad at all.
lyrics: cute when you scream by senses fail
tag: anybody!