Reaper's Word

Isaiah woke looking up at the ceiling of his room. He sat up and was wearing nothing, not that it surprised him. He was always like this after the full moon. Didn't recall much from the three days. He did remember an anger at not being able to find something. What was new? He hated how his memory suffered during the moon. That he was more a beast than a rational thinking being.

He moved getting up, stretching slightly and rolling his neck and shoulders. His back itched horribly, the skin there still healing.

"Annoying." He mumbled, knowing that for the next day it would be that way.

Two nights before the moon, the wings came and he could not control it. Then the night of, he lost consciousness as he let what he truly was come out. Only the hell hounds seemed to be able to coincide with the beast. He just wondered if he'd gotten them all this time or not. The humans that was. Since he'd been trapped here, he’d lost the ability to control himself during the moon.

He slipped on a pair of black slacks and then a black shirt, pulling it over his head. He was feeling a bit more dark today, and what color was better than black? He moved from where the bed was through two wooden sliding doors into a room where there was a long couch in front of a huge fireplace.

He'd never had a fire in it. He just liked the way that it looked. All the stone that went around it and up to the ceiling. The ceiling here was glass and it looked like rain today. He moved across the black tiled floor here after going down one step and moved to the large oak door. The only way in and out of this room. That was of course unless you fell through the roof, but this part of the house was higher than the rest of it.

He went out the door and then down the spiral glass staircase. He always found that interesting. The glass looked so thin, and they weren't connected, just held to the wall with metal. Then again this place had a lot of odd and interesting designs.

Isaiah was barefoot at the moment, but his feet made no sound as they touched the ground. Silence was how he liked to move about, so silence it was. Beta was laying near the bottom and raised his large head. He was a German Sheppard at the moment. The sun was up and this form gave them a bit more protection.

‘You destroyed a lot.’ Came the statement from him. No words of course but that is what he would have said if he could out loud. It was in his head as normal.

"Did I?" He asked raising an eyebrow. He went into the hall there, Beta following him. He was surprised to find the walls still scored from him, but as he watched the walls were already mending themselves.

him and giving a yawn. His teeth curved and not quite natural for the dog beside him. Isaiah looked at different rooms that he passed, he stopped

had caused it to snow in there. Not one piece of furniture was left. He could also see a bit of blood.

male humans. Dragged him around for a day or so until

said. "Are

He didn't think that any of them would, they normally didn't. The only reason that Gregori had the last time was that his group had been

that the female Clair hadn't made it. He just expected a bit more he guessed. She seemed wise, a fighter. Guess

have another five days at least before they may bring in more. I'm sure that they will. I wonder where from this time. What excuse they will use to get them here. Never the same thing twice in a row. I give them credit they are very good." Isaiah commented and went down

miss this room? As if sensing what he was thinking Beta responded.

night, those that answered the call.’ He

where they first killed most the humans in or rounded them up. The humans would avoid that room like the plague

Isaiah obliged him, picking Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven. He liked classical music though he would listen to anything really. He'd found an

___Clair___

was calming to her and she let the

moved in two days and now she felt stiff and a bit sore. She got up and moved finding the music. She

the hell hounds laying on a chase lounge here. As she watched two others came

her hands. To her the music felt more like a cleansing of what had happened. A kind of