#WAH Song of the Day

The thrill of the kill you feel is a sin

I lay with the wolves alone, it seems,

I thought I was part of you

#WAH snippet

I was listening to my old playlists and this song played--

--and I suddenly have this image of Lei in my head and I just had to write it. This is the result. 

Her brush moved again, slowly but sure in gentle strokes that calmed her mind. It was the middle of the night, she was exhausted but couldn't sleep. Her mind was too busy and her thoughts were too loud inside her head. So, she got out of bed and picked up her sketching pad. When that didn't work, she moved to canvas and paint. 

She didn't bother to turn on the lights, if she did, one of her Guardians would probably insist to check up on her and she'd prefer to be alone. So, she moved her easel closer to the circle of light that poured in from outside the window, took a deep breath and delved deep into herself.

Here, no, Lei’s paint-tainted fingers halted mid-air, there. 

She watched colors; bright and vivid, started to take shape, obeying her hands and her imagination. The painting was going to be one of the many that covered one wall of her room from floor to ceiling. The result of several sleepless nights on these last few months; always a scenery, always something vaguely shaped and richly colored; of places that reminded her of home. 

The wisteria-weaved arbor in the Blackwood’s home that almost look like the arbor in their old backyard.

The way sunrise tainted the tip of trees with gold just like it did on the last sunrise she saw with Colin and Channing. 

The dance and sway of bonfires against a dark line of trees; a memory of the camping trips she'd taken with her boys.

An open window, shaded by trees; one that they had used to sneak inside her room. 

She sketched and painted, pouring herself into the process of creation when she missed home, only pulling back until sweat soaked her skin, her hands became too heavy and her heart too bruised. 

Always scene and moments and places.

Never people. 

Those she painted in her mind as she closed her eyes and waited for sleep; Colin with his impish smile, Channing with his clear, beautiful eyes, Santi’s beautiful hands, Natasha’s dimples, Sierra’s back—

--but never Kai. 

No, never Kai. 

Copyright © 2012 by D.F. Jules

Eiji

Name: Eiji (funny things is, I already named the character Eiji, then researching for dreamcast, I realized there actually is a Japanese actor by the name of Eiji. Hey. It's fate)

Species: Werewolf

Pack: Lone Wolf, formerly belonged to the Alimiera Sangre Pack.

Rank: Potential Lycaon

Description: Fair, pretty, thin, wily, manipulative, creepy smart. Arms tattooed with old fashioned irezumi. Looks deceptively harmless, vicious in a fight but Eiji is more brain than brawn. Despite his thin frame, he eats like a werewolf but never seemed to gain weight. Unlike most werewolves, he is immune to silver. He is easy to talk to, a good listener and is one of the Lycaon's spies. 

Nathaniel

Name: Nathaniel
Species: Human
Decription: Blond, green eyed, bronzed skin. A free spirit, Nathaniel lives like he's going to pretty much die tomorrow.

Then she saw a hint of gold.

She pushed against the car and focused her eyes. She saw him; tall and long limbed, he walked with a smooth long-legged gait that seemed to give the impression of laziness. But Lei knew better, she had seen him climb over sails with a steady swiftness that was mind-blogging.