Time In A Bottle

*Basileus* · 09-09-2018, 03:31 PM

Basileus had learned quite early on in his captivity that there was nothing to do down here in the hold. When he'd been unwell he'd simply laid there and rested, but now that he was healed he ached to do more. He thought of the outside world like a starving man thought of meat. His days were filled with thoughts of grass underfoot. Of running across wide open expanses. Of fresh air and sunshine. And of revenge. Oh, how he ached for that too.

With a hiss Basileus got to his paws. He was so used to being still that his joints now ached whenever he moved. He felt like an arthritic old man.

His thoughts shifted from sunshine to ~~torture~~ vengeance and he began to pace along the far wall. Basil had been careful to keep one side - the side with the hatch - clean. Or, rather, as clean as it could be given that he was stuck in a metal box with no drainage for the inevitable filth that came with holding a living, breathing, shitting creature captive. That was the side he now paced along as he fantasied about gutting the man who had wronged him.

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