The Phantom Of My Opera

[Tourniquet]

The fall of the sun was like that of a softly flickering ember in a slowly dying fire, wanting to stay a light but unable to gather the energy to do so. Many of the creatures of th forest watched this with silent interest as the sun, known as fenris to wolves, began to set beyond the horizon creating a splash of extrodinary color across the once dulled out sky. Reds and oranges clashed together like feuding beasts, claiming what bit of sky was theirs bit by bit. A sharp rush of yellow joined the fight and the twisting fight in the heavens, each color twisting together to form a sort of interesting hybrid of one another in the light of the sinking sun.

In sleep he sang to me,
in dreams he came ...
that voice which calls to me and speaks my name ...

And do
I dream again?
For now
I find the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside my mind ...

Sing once again with me our strange duet ...
My power over you grows stronger yet ...


These colors of vigilance and battle that stained the sky reflected in orbs of brownish gold that stared toward them with an interest so keen it was not of the norm, the eyes stared unblinking toward those brilliant shades of colors like rust, wheat, and blood. Interest flowed within those eyes as they watched the colors fight the other in a brutal dance. But behind those eyes another pair of orbs watched with barely any interest at all, these eyes were all a dark golden color that shined evily in even the brightest places, they were the eyes of a monster.

And though you turn from me,
to glance behind,
the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your mind ...

Those who have seen your face draw back in fear ...
I am the mask you wear ...

It's you they hear ...


The entity to whom those eyes belonged smiled darkly behind it's host's mask, such evil fueled him and kept him living as well as old sorrows of his cage that forever haunted his mind. He would always be there in the darkest of night, ready to give his holder a full stomach of nightmares and horrors to make his sleep restless and frantic in it's manner. He never gave his pathetic carrier peace, even in the most of peaceful of dreams, they would shatter before his slave's eyes and turn into monsters, twisting and snarling with blood caking their lips and fangs as they taunted and destroyed him in the darkness.

Your spirit and my voice in one
combined: the Phantom of the Opera
is there - inside my mind ...

He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera ...
Beware the Phantom of the Opera ...

In all your fantasies,
you always knew that man and mystery ...

... were both in you ...

The cage of this cruel and unsettling spirit flicked his ears back and silently sat as the colors faded away from the once warm day, the sun letting the moon take it's place in the heavens, the darkness and shadows slithering into place and eating away any light or sign of warmth that had ever existed before, warmth was forign to the darkness as was light or any care. The darkness and shadows only knew cruelty and pain, inflicting it one those who dare wandered into where they did not belong thus driving them into the farthest reaches of their minds to never return.

No more.

And in this labyrinth where night is blind,
the Phantom of the Opera is here - inside my mind ...

Sing, my Angel of Music!

The host wolf, Tourniquet, as he was know to his fellow pack members lifted his muzzle to the sky as the darkness creeped into exsitance before anyone knew it was even near. His eyes watching the stars and moon that were the only presant source of light in the forboding darkness. Both around him and in his mind. His ears perked as he kept silent, quietly listening to both the sounds around him and inside him. Somewhere in his mind, the phantom laughed cruelly in the darkness that was forever presant... no matter where he turned it would always be there, always.

He's there the Phantom of the Opera ...

[luna]

Lights of the night glowed softly in the sky, as a white pelted femme entered the area. Being new to these lands she did not know of pack borders and all that what not. Her black paws crushing the fresh grass, dew still remained from a morning rain, Scout had been padding along for some time now not really caring where she went. She had killed a moose calf early and had her nap, so she was not hungry in any matter. Nor did she require drink from the icy cold rivers that whittled threw the grasslands, forest, and mountainous areas.
Amethyst orbs glared over the landscape, looking for any varg that maybe about.[/size]

[Tourniquet]

Ear perked as he heard the lightest traces of movement. "Hmm." was the only thing heard from his shut muzzle as he turned to face the sound in the darkness. The ghost in his mind still chuckling evilly as it watched from behind th golden brown eyes of it's host.

Large white paws shifted in the soft grass and dirt as tail flicked evr so slightly to the side and he stood, listning and waiting for whatever was there to appear.

[luna]

Darkness was all around the vixen, wind russling her fur but it did more than just get her a little chilly. It carryed the scent of another wolf. Male,damn,why now. Oh well what can he do that I cannot counter? Scout thought to herself. Black paws accelerating into a fast paced trot, each step carrying her farther into the territory. The demon's scent was now stronger and she thought that smelled almost like an elm tree, odd. Purple eyes peering threw the darkness.
Hello, deamen. the femme barked softly into the darkness of late twilight.[/size]

[Tourniquet]

Tourn blinked at this, not really sure who she was adressing. No one had ever smelt the phantom that dwelled with him and he was pretty sure they could not sniff him out now. Could they? Either way it did not matter since the demon wasn't even on his side anyway.

Nay, it seemed to hate him more then like him and did everything in mind to torture. He only grunted slightly and stood, not really sure how to approach this. Optics staring into the darkness as he kept silent.

[luna]

Ah, the big bad wolf doesn't want to come out and play? a sneer appered across her white muzzel. Scout slowed to a light walk carefully placing each paw down in a delicate manner, her rouged outline see in in Tor's gloryous light. Purple eyes scanning the deamon even from this distance he was becoming clearing in her accut opticals. Then out of sheer bordem Scout started to sing the song her mother had tought her, to herself. Ich muHinter die welt, Ans ende der zeit, Bis kein regen mehr fällt, Gegen den sturm, Am abgrund entlang, Und wenn ich nicht mehr kann, denk'ich daran, Irgendwann laufen wir zusammen, Weil uns einfach nichts mehr halten kann, Durch den monsun...I must by the monsoon behind the world to end the time to none to move more fall against the storm at the abyss along and if I cannot do no more, denk'ich to it sometime run we together because us simply nothing more hold can by the monsoon...
Her eyes closed softly remembering the only time her mother had ever sang it to Scout. The day before she left her to die alone. Scout now looked strait into the brown shaded eyes of the deamon befor her.
[/size]
the song is in german, I think I got the translations right, been months since I did anything in that odd language

[Tourniquet]

Tourn did not move as his ears pricked to listen to that song, he kept silent and stared right back at the fae. He could only wonder what would happen in this situation, she knew of the ghost in him and he knew of her. So how could this turn out?

He shifted slightly as the demon hissed in his mind before he shook his head and blocked it out forcefully.

[luna]

Speak deamon, I don't bite that hard. the tinted lyrics left her jaws as she still hummed the tune. Scout could not understand why this wolf was mute. She hoped that she had not startled him. The femme saw no reason to continue to stand so she layed herself down before him and started to wash the line between black and white. Now Tor showered her light over the both of them and the wind went still. Amethyst opticals glided over his back noticing the navy colored strip. Odd, a blue wolf. the thought only swayed in the she wolf's mind for only a moment, but the fact was strange in its self. Scout continued to wash her paws waiting for answer.[/size]

[Tourniquet]

(k)

In the light tourn looked true but in reality the only blue on him was a navy hue down his spine, the rest of him being shades of dark and light grey. He paused and stared at her with wise eyes as he took his time to control the demon within him before speaking softly.

"Who are you?" he asked with a deep voice, deep and yet monotone at the same time, he was curious as to how she knew of the being that haunted hiim but he would ask that later.

[luna]

yum burger
Her black tail shifted across the frost bitten grass. Scout turned to her left dew claw and licked the remains of moose off and then shifted her skull to face the demon and his deamon, listening how he had to have his gaurd up even when he spoke. The vixen shook out her summer coat,Armes Kind, armes Kind, a poor child of Fenris you are, I am Scout. Short and simple, but what are your names, or does your deamon even have a name? Purple eyes see all blue one. the lyrics burned the edge of her own touge as they were releasted. Now she waited in silence studying the demon.[/size]

[Tourniquet]

Tourn was silent a moment before responding to her "Only I have a name...Tourniquet." he responded quietly, not sure how to respond to her. The demon had no name and no rason but he was there. Tourn kept silent and kept an eye on her, curious to say the least but he did not show it.

[luna]

O.O

Well, that's odd, so where exactly are we, for I have not a clue. the femme yipped softly. Tor's light dancing off of the stars and flooding the area with her glory. Slowy she layed her head on her paws thinking about any diffrent things. Lost in thought she was thinking about how her mother, the song that would forever run in her mind, and for some reason why her eyes were such a strange color.[/size]

[Tourniquet]

"We are in the koran pack lands." he replied before flicking his tail again, ears tilting back just the slightest as he watched her without a word. The demon began to chuckle once more but he blocked out the sound, trying to ignore the beast for once.

[luna]

Her head turned to look at the demon, she noted he was well built his navy strip shining in the light of Tor. He kinda glowed in the dim light, but his eyes looked heavy with trouble, or thats what it looked like to Scout. The she wolf glanced at Tor for but a moment. You don't talk much do ya? the cords where heavy and flat. Scout sighed and started to nip at a flea that had made its home on her side as the vixen waited for a response if any.
Why this varg was keeping himself so quiet she did not know but it messed with her head. Had she made a mistake about what she saw,did he not a silly little daemon. Scout glanced over his figure again. No, she defiantly saw the beast hidden within. Maybe, no one else has noticed it, that could be it and was in shock. But this did not make any sense, for his composer was tall standing, and unchanged. His gold hued eyes did not flick when her amethyst optics meet them. A low growl rumbled quietly, why couldn't she figure this simple equation out.[/size]
god my cat keeps sitting on my keyboard

[Tourniquet]

Those golden brown hued eyes closed a moment before also looking toward Tor, admiring the light sh gave to all living creatures before he replied "It has become my nature... to keep to myself." was his response before he turned his eyes back to her.

The demon with began to hiss and wriggle, angry for not being able to torment it's unwilling host for a while now. It had been long since Tourn had an attack and frankly he would prefer to keep it that way, especially when another wolf who he did not know real well was before him.