Male Quarters

2011-08-03 [Yudan333]: A young man sat in one of the chairs holding a black notebook as he was lightly jotting down things which were even slightly unknown to him it felt. He wore black dress bottoms and a matching top with a slight collar folded downward. His skin fair with soft brown eyes and short matching hair which looked to be layered. The male sighed as if in defeat as he stopped jotting and looked to the ground I have no purpose... why am I alive... I don't want to be... At the last thought the book in his lap fell to the floor and opened to a page which dated back years ago:
October 31st 1514,
  Finally the day i have been awaiting my entire life; she looks so beautiful in that white dress. I can't even believe I am wearing a suit. I want this moment to last forever. It has been 20 years knowing her. and out of my 150 years of life; i couldn't be happier to spend it with her forever."
April 27th 1564
  I am at fault. I am a monster. I only live for one thing and that is to harm others. It's been 50 years since the wedding that ended in her death and all because of my lack of self control... I didn't even know she was carrying two children. I don't want to live... I hate who I am; what I am. If their is such a place as hell; take me...FUCKING TAKE ME!
The man picked it up and flipped through the pages and passed a few entries which were pages soaked in dried blood. He closed the notebook and put the pen in a small strap on it and leaned over holding his head covering his face, "Why am I still alive..."

2011-08-03 [Sigyn, The Faithful Wife]: Kenneth came in, rubbing tired eyes with one hand, dragging his favorite blanket with him. The child, small for his age, was only around five, but looked maybe three. He'd been born early and as some Lycan's called him, he was the runt. His freckled cheeks were stained with the salt of dried tears as he looked about the room.

2011-08-03 [Yudan333]: Caught up in his thoughts he hadn't noticed the child entering the room. His sences were blocking out everything in reality and he was lost in his own mind and thoughts which were tearing him apart. He wouldn't last long though it never did; it always ended in violence or sadness. Finally opening his light brown eyes he stared at the floor senses slowly opening and his head lifted to see the young child. He saw that his eyes were lightly crusted and could smell the scent of salt and knew it was tears. He had to hold his own at the thought of his unborn which never even had a chance.

2011-08-03 [Sigyn, The Faithful Wife]: The child gave a loud sniffle, though it was unheard by him. He looked until he saw the man who looked more sad then little Kenneth felt. He popped a thumb into his mouth and walked over to him. He stared into the man's brown eyes with his own grey-green. It was a startling sort of eye color. A light grey was around the pupil, branching out like a star-burst, the rest was filled with a deep emerald green. He stood like that for a moment before placing the blanket into the man's lap and giving him a soft, reassuring pat with the now empty hand.

2011-08-03 [Yudan333]: The male watched the child come closer seeing him sucking his thumb which was a terrible habit but he wouldn't complain it wasn't his own. He lightly froze up when he saw the boys eyes which had lightly startled him then again he hadn't expected the child to come near him anyways. Shen he saw the blanket be placed in his lap he sighed softly and gently reached down pulling the child into his arms and lightly rocked him. Somehow holding him kept him feeling as though it wasn't over yet. As if this child was a sign telling him 'Not your time yet'. He put the book aside as well as the pen and looked to the child as he rocked him. His face still rather blank showing no signs of emotion however he was beginning to think much harder now. Kat.. what would you have me do.. I do not know why I continue but I did because I believe it is what you would want... yet the pain is killing me. at my age I should be full of life and yet I feel I am dying all the same... He knew he may be speaking on deaf ears but spoke only to let his voice work once more after so many years of silence, "I'm alone too... my name is Crush."

2011-08-03 [Sigyn, The Faithful Wife]: He lay his head on Crush's shoulder, looking to the man's lips when he felt a slight reverbaration in his chest. The boy stopped sucking his thumb and wrote his name slowly in the air, as if there were paper there... His 'n's and the 'k' were backwards, but it was easy enough to translate into 'Kenneth'. He looked at Crush to make sure the make got it, then gave him another gentle pat, this time on his cheek. The motion said it all without words, 'Its ok, I'm here now'. The child then rested his head once more, looking at the notebook, or what he could see of it.