Oathkeeper (c)
Jan 8, 2015 13:51:56 GMT -5
Post by {PANTOMIME! on Jan 8, 2015 13:51:56 GMT -5
He looked down into the dungeon before entering the tight dark tunnel. It was a particularly dreary Autumn day; overcast and cold, with a chilling wet wind tugging at his thick coat. He had a lot on his mind after reuniting with his long-lost brother and sister, as well as his very recent visit to the Tine territory. Deimos had taken him and Ariadne there, because their sister was in an extremely weak state and desperately needed a proper meal for strength's sake. Ophion could relax knowing that his younger sister was safe, and that she was with Deimos. Seeing them both again had given him hope that he thought he'd never feel again.
Still, the thought of being in a gang bugged him quite a bit. It had been so long since he'd been a Prince of the Legion, and it was something he'd been born and raised into. Joining a mere gang just felt so wrong to him.. and so demeaning. He'd been the son of the Emperor for god's sake. His teeth clenched at the thought, and he halted as he reached the bottom of the steps that led deeper into the tunnel. Any thought of his lost family caused him too much pain still, which was only a harsh reminder that he needed to stop living in the past. His heart and mind certainly knew it, but it was just so hard. Being pessimistic and difficult about the future was the last thing he should be doing right now, because things would never be the same again. Legion didn't exist anymore: it had been shattered to pieces years ago. Ophion had to just let it go and accept this cruel and harsh fact. He'd found Deimos and Ariadne now: two faces he never thought he'd get the chance to see once more. Still, the deep negative feelings refused to stop gnawing at his thoughts, and he really needed to push them away before they drove him insane.
A soft sigh escaped his muzzle as he continued forward, his paws shuffling against the dusty stone floor below. Walking past the open cells brought back fragmented memories of his old home, the Sunrise Asylum, which had contained similar human tools of imprisonment. Of course the dusty stone walls of the dungeon didn't really compare to the cold sterile ones of the asylum, but there was still a harsh similarity between the two. He'd been born into one of those padded rooms, and it was where he'd slept alongside his mother and father and his siblings. Things were never perfect back then, but it had been warm and familiar. It had been home.
Suddenly, the scent of another dog wafted through his nostrils. Ophion was immediately on edge, his shoulder hackles raising and his ears pricking forward. He should've been expecting that someone else would've been in the depths of the dungeon as well. Still, when one's mind is so far away, it's easy to forget about these things.
"Who's there?" he said into the darkness, his harsh voice almost a barking demand. He wasn't in the mood for pleasantries with strangers interrupting his thoughts.
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OOC: For `Gallows with Arae! sorry it's not that great <3
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