Jun 18 2016, 12:44 PM
Tucked away and hidden, dark shadows shroud me. Did my coat even have the same.golden color? Eat, sleep, shit, eat, sleep, shit, repeat. I had become feral, relying purely on instinct. A king without a pride, a king without a crown - broken minded and broken hearted. Pathetic. I couldn't shake the feeling of not belonging here, there, anywhere in this forsaken cave. Slowly, jaded eyes peeled open. Stale blood stained my maw from the last rat I had caught. Passing voices of giddy fucks echoed in my ears, and I let out a loud groan. Large mass wriggled in my cramped cave, bones of old carcasses jingled about as my paws collected beneath my body. I began to army crawl out of the makeshift den, nothing but a mass of unkempt fur that was a sorry excuse for a mane filled the mouth of my temporary home. Slipping from the hole, I was slightly elevated, above the ground of the cave. I hopped down, using the stone which ejected from the cavern wall as my staircase. Once upon the cement flooring, worn paws padded quietly over the enclosed landscape. Tired eyes looked to and fro, satisfied that I was purely alone. tattered, unruly mane swung as I walked, large structure being ushered toward a pool of water.
Nearing a small pool, corpulent skull swung this way and that, lazily looking about before I crouched. Salmon tongue lolled out, lapping up the cool liquid. If I had to wager, I'd guess it was mid morning. I seriously needed to leave here, migrate to Eridanus where I could construct a more permanent cave for myself. After I finished drinking, I simply sat upright, letting my rump recline to the cement like flooring. I contemplated seeking someone out today, but the idea of company left a bad taste in my mouth. Sneering, unpolished eyes fell to the water below, observing my reflection in full. The blood had spattered up my cheeks, coated my chops and painted my nose. How long had it been sense I've actually bathed, or eaten anything but a rat? What a beautiful fucking life.
@Cure
Nearing a small pool, corpulent skull swung this way and that, lazily looking about before I crouched. Salmon tongue lolled out, lapping up the cool liquid. If I had to wager, I'd guess it was mid morning. I seriously needed to leave here, migrate to Eridanus where I could construct a more permanent cave for myself. After I finished drinking, I simply sat upright, letting my rump recline to the cement like flooring. I contemplated seeking someone out today, but the idea of company left a bad taste in my mouth. Sneering, unpolished eyes fell to the water below, observing my reflection in full. The blood had spattered up my cheeks, coated my chops and painted my nose. How long had it been sense I've actually bathed, or eaten anything but a rat? What a beautiful fucking life.
@Cure