ORIGIN

Bravo was home today, unlike most other days. It had seemed quite some time he had last visited the Bonebounds. He half wondered if he was even still a member of Azazel's group. The raccoon figured he wouldn't be too upset if he was discarded like scum, he felt like trash either way. Dragging himself home had taken so much energy out of the little beast, he didn't even realize when he fell down and fell asleep from the exhaustion. Thrown down on some bones, using something's femur as a pillow and ribs being stabbed at by another something's rib bone.

...The world was a dark place. So absent of life and meaning it freed him with a panic so severe it sucked his breath away. Limbs flailed, tail lashed, claws scraped at his throat as the darkness forced itself down his throat and into his belly where it made an icy cavern. Bravo felt himself choking and eventually it just felt like death. Death had come at long last, the struggle seemed to last for hours. Who knew he could last so long without breathing? Then something warm and circular came out above him...

Bravo woke with a screech so blood curling everything in a good sized radius around would hear. He panted and gasped. It was just another nightmare. Another nightmare trying to kill him in his sleep. It wasn't often at all that he would sleep, but when he did the hellish dream plague struck. It wasn't always the same visions, but they all seemed to end the same way. A bright, warm light in the sky. The savior that would wake him. Sitting up, the raccoon scratched at his face, wiping away the crusty drool that stuck to his fur. It was rather attractive of him. Looking around, he felt disoriented and imprisoned.

" Closet full of secrets and skeletons;
Awaits but nothing's true. "
Azazel had seen little of the original founding members of the Bonebound. Among the only ones who seemed to have stayed were Krakarak and Bravo... but the raccoon, Bravo... he seemed to be missing in action since completing his Bone Fortresses. The little critter had busied himself with rebuilding the fortresses lying amongst the others so they were structurally sound enough for Gembound to use as homes. It seemed Mau had done the same thing, creating her own castle for herself. Now, that was quite impressive, both of their achievements. He was not so worried of the feline but Bravo.

Gliding above the room of bones, Azazel scanned the rocky terrain for any signs of the raccoon. Had he finally left, like everyone else? He swore he saw the giant mass of fluffy puppy that was Kerberos tearing into bones, and he just pushed on. That thing... it was getting massive... almost too big for the cave. The roof was quite low, but the pup was quickly growing to the height of it.

A blood-curdling screech echoed around the room, and the Ave was instantly worried. What in the living hell was that?! Diving quickly, he found a scene he could not quite analyze at first. Amongst many scattered bones was a mass of grey fluff. As he saw the glint of an turquoise stone, The Bone King gasped. Landing upon the terra firma and feeling stone beneath his talons once more, the bird hopped over. "Bravo? Is that you?"

" I used to own a castle;
But now it's just a den, that I have to move. "

The beating of wings had sent a new panic through Bravo and he gawked at the shadow that was cast by the swooping sky-beast. Leaping to his feet, his legs gave way almost instantly. It was too soon to be trying to flee after waking, his limbs were still asleep from having slept so awkwardly on them. Bravo squirmed around mumbling incessantly a bunch of incoherent nonsense. His turquoise eyes bugged out of his head as he scrambled over broken bone fragments, making a symphony of noise in his wake.

"Bravo? Is that you?" His whimpering fell quiet and he looked at his bird friend, and king, in confusion. What had just happened? Where was he? Bravo raised a clawed hand to his stone as if to check it was still firmly embedded in between his eyes. "Huh? Azazel? What are you doing?" Bravo asked, rising to sit back on his haunches.