Bait dog (c)
Feb 7, 2015 0:35:54 GMT -5
Post by East on Feb 7, 2015 0:35:54 GMT -5
It'd been a good couple of weeks for the young Agilulfo. His fight at the Asylum had been underwhelming but regardless, he'd been a part of something. He'd been picked along with his half sister; though he didn't know if it was a matter of convenience or his pa specifically wanted them. As insignificant his role was in contrast to theirs, it was his first taste of battle. Niklaus didn't want it to be his last.
Even the hurricane had reaped more reward than destruction as far as he was concerned. New faces, bonds strengthened - he had every reason to feel smug with himself. Particular memories, feelings, couldn't be so easily eradicated. However, they could be shoved down. The dead dog would bleed across the bottom of his mind and rot there with his guilt, but he would crush upon it with the suffering of others to absolve his own with the sick gratification that came with it. It was a process that was toxic to everyone around him but so long as he thrived, it didn't matter.
And so he thrived on, trotting confidently down the street with his tail curled high to greet the day. The cut along his brow had scabbed, and would have healed already if he didn't keep itching at it with a hind paw. His thick fur was a comfort against the abrupt snap of winter, following the harsh winds that had assaulted the city. The road was littered with rubble and he knew flooding was still present elsewhere. Living downtown meant an extensive knowledge of the intricate system of alley ways and the tall dog skirted into one to avoid a damaged part of the street. He strolled through it lazily, a native to the dangers in the streets and thus lacking the inhibition a stranger to the area might have.
MISS PINK