Terrifying final sights (c)
Feb 16, 2015 2:02:41 GMT -5
Post by East on Feb 16, 2015 2:02:41 GMT -5
Benjamin didn't know how long it'd been since he'd been dragged from the Asylum, from freedom. Stolen from him no sooner than it'd been returned, he wanted to scream at the unfairness of it but he was gripped around his mouth to deny him even dissent at his new circumstances. Not that he hadn't tried at the cost of bloodied furrows along his muzzle. He'd struggled violently, desperately. It didn't matter what damage he brought upon himself, he had to get free. He had to, he was so close!
But now he was further than ever. Once they'd hit the forest his efforts had dwindled, simply unable to spare anymore even with adrenaline. And they only went on to increasingly unfamiliar terrain. His tender pads split on the hard rocks and the inclines stressed his wasted muscles but it was better to walk on his own accord than to be dragged along the ground so he pushed on his exhaustion. Every step widened the hole in his heart and he looked over his shoulder with constant yearning, even when he no longer recognized what was behind him. Benji didn't know where they were going or why, nor did he ask. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, hoping he might be able to just slip away. They barely minded the young dog, only enough to keep him with them. Ferried along, growing skinnier and weaker all the time, Benjamin didn't know how long he would last in their care. He had to get away.
The ragged pair had become fixated on their goal, even when it was no longer valid. Lamora was nowhere to be found but they continued with their charge - it made sense to Osiris, though from an outside perspective it made none at all. It was a habit he saw no reason to abandon, not yet. They would take him with them on their venture from the city, because he'd not found what he was looking for there and likely never would. Osiris didn't think beyond that part.
Those were his initial thoughts; mostly lucid, considering. But the spotted dog was getting slower all the time, his breaths gasping with nonsense to spout at mostly Lazarus. He'd become increasingly belligerent to both of them, though he preferred to doll out punishment more so on the Wolfhound, another habit. Especially after Hearts had been left behind.
Osiris was hardly aware the source of his suffering was the gaping wound Kyrie had left upon his neck. It didn't stop bleeding for hours and had become speckled with sickly yellow patches. All Osiris could think about was how much it hurt. The only part that burned more was his head in a vicious fever that only got worse, trembling as he walked with an ugly, wrinkled expression pinned to his face as it twisted his thoughts with even more irrationality. Caricatures of his past flickered at the corner of his eye and sometimes ahead. It was the reason he would snap his teeth at nothing, or why he would put on a spurt of speed as though he would catch up with whatever he saw.
Benjamin was aware, and would gaze bitterly upon the sick dog, grinding his teeth as he waited for the inevitable moment when his scraggly captor would fall down and not get back up. It wouldn't be a tragedy, it would be an opportunity.
It was a crisp afternoon in the mountains, their paths mostly laden by snow. Benjamin was idly wondering if he'd ever feel his paws again as they moved along the top of a ravine when the spotted dog limping heavily with exhaustion finally stumbled and sat down clumsily. His paws were spread apart as his head hung low, his breaths shaking with a snarl across his hanging jaws. Osiris' frenzied eyes were bright as they flickered between the dogs. "I don't want him, I don't want him!" He slavered his angry protests at Lazarus like a spoiled child that had been denied. "I want Hearts, not him! You ruined it! Stupid, stupid-" Osiris seemed stuck on the word until he spit the full insult seconds later. "Stupid mutt! Get rid of him, get gone- GONE, GONE! GONE!" He thundered with inexplicable fury, his leg slipping forward as he brought the other up against his head. Osiris dragged it against his temple, muzzle, pawing at his face with frustration. He didn't like the feeling. He didn't. Wouldn't stop, wouldn't stop.
Benjamin's muscles had grown taut as he suspended himself on his toes, readying to bolt as soon as his captor had collapsed. The boy had anticipated Lazarus being distracted for long enough that he could put some distance between them before he had a mind to follow. What he'd not expected was the deranged tangent aimed at himself - or aimed enough that the Wolfhound would act upon it. Benji shot a frantic glance at the scruffy male for a fleeting second. Then he lurched abruptly, nails digging through the snow for a grip to throw himself forward on.
// Bird is the word