WORK SONG [c]
Mar 29, 2015 22:00:05 GMT -5
Post by MISS PINK on Mar 29, 2015 22:00:05 GMT -5
He was tactless, rogue on a mission he knew he wouldn't be able to win. He was fighting every inch of guilt flourishing in his mind. Keeping his mind on his goal was what kept him from completely losing his sanity, or losing what little strand of it he had left. Deranged, he had convinced himself that he was defending his family. Guilty, he had convinced himself that Niklaus shared the conviction that Tarnas did- that Tarnas' entire family held the conviction. Now all Caymus had to do was land his claws on the mangy mutt's flesh and he could finally relieve himself of the pain he was feeling. Surely that was all it took.
The wolfhound had left Niklaus bleeding in the dirt to fend for himself. Frankly it was foolish to keep him alive, but he still had a little humanity left. He didn't have enough to prevent himself from torture, yet somehow he had enough to keep him from a senseless murder. If he hadn't been driven mad with grief and rage, he would've felt something other than the general guilt that clouded his mind. Now that he was on to the next stage of his reckless plan, he hardly remembered he had come in contact with Niklaus at all. All that Caymus could think about was retribution.
He hadn't noticed how long it took him to get to the warehouse, his paws barely touching the ground before they were off again. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, his jaws parted slightly as he sharply inhaled what little air he felt like he had access to. He had run from the alleyways toward the edge of the city where he could find the warehouse Niklaus spoke of. The sun was beginning to set by now, cloud lazily lolling across the late spring sky, casting an ominous shadow on the layers of trash that littered the streets Caymus hardly recognized. He was as guilty as the rest of them, but the creature had somehow convinced himself that he was a victim.
The warehouse loomed on the horizon, crouched low on it's foundation like it was ready to pounce- facing Caymus like an opponent. The sheriff blinked, hesitating in his gallop as the body of steel seemed to swallow him up. It eerily reminded him of evil. Nonetheless, he leaped straight into the beast's mouth and found himself surrounded by bony supports and rusting fixtures swinging from the rafters. He knew better than to call out; Caymus stood in the entrance and waited like a champion facing his challenger, his chin held high and his eyes blazing with blood-lust.
ooc; East and anyone else looking to beat up caymus tbh, but east first
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