Even in these chains, you won't stop me

Alastor · 11-04-2020, 01:11 AM

Monster.

The single word buzzed about in Alastor's brain like an angry hornet. In the darkness of the cavern he found himself in after his ordeals, the dire wolf was left with only his thoughts, and his own thoughts were now a plague on his mind. Cold chills ran up the man's spine while that word repeated in that horrific booming voice over and over and over again. Monster... Monster... MONSTER... Razor sharp claws raked at the rock beneath his paws, the shrill scratching the only thing breaking the silence besides the ringing in his ears. No smile graced Alastor's face; the demon wolf was far too gone to find anything worth smiling about. What had he done? What had he just endured? Was it all a dream, some sort of horrible nightmare? With trepidation, he brought a large paw up to his left eye, feeling the torn skin where he had cut himself in his fall in the cave. Gods be damned, it had been real...

Alastor's body shuddered and heaved as his mind fought with reality. He wanted to scream and rage and kill and cry and burn the world to the ground. How dare some pompous, self-righteous asshole in a damp forsaken cave try to mess with him?! If it took him millennia, he would find a way to have his revenge, from this life or the next. His teeth grit together, his jaw clenched so hard he could hear his fangs clicking together. His fur bristled, his ears flat to his skull, and then he... just... laughed. A broken, maniacal laughter erupted from the beaten male, echoing like the cries of a demon throughout the darkened caverns. It was the same laughter a haunted and broken-hearted adolescent wolf made several years ago in the Mirovis caves, right after he buried his father alive. The same pain tore at his heart, the one thing he cherished in his life had now been tainted, cursed in some opaque and ambiguous way to torment him for the rest of his life or until...

The laughter ended in an abrupt, feral roar of wild rage. Alastor screamed his anger until his throat was sore and his lungs hurt. It was a cry of an irate animal, raw and primal. When he finally exhausted himself, Alastor slumped against the floor, heaving, breathing ragged. He had to get out of this hellhole and back home. He had to get up. He had to keep going.

The distant ringing of maddened laughter pricked the brute's ears up. Black eyes peered into the darkness, barely able to pick up the outlines of the walls ahead of him. Where was that coming from? Was someone else in here with him? Good. He needed a way to vent all this anger. Fangs bared, Alastor rose to his paws and slowly navigated the tunnels and caverns, following the laughter, intent on snuffing the life of whoever was making the sounds. On and on he crept silently, the noise getting louder and closer... until finally he rounded a corner into another cavern—and saw Lurid laughing, her leg maimed and covered in blood, traces of vomit still around her mouth. The anger burning like a wildfire inside him died all but instantly at the sight of her, eyes gone wide in horror. What was she doing here?!

"Lurid!" he called out to her, dashing over to her side and immediately moving to press his body against hers to prop her up on him. That injury looked grievous and painful; she shouldn't be putting any weight on it. "What the hell are you doing here? Your leg... Lean on me, don't move it too much." He winced as he looked down at her leg again, then back to the laughing face of his alpha. No smile adorned his face as he held her upright. "We need to get out of here. Put all your weight on me, don't move that leg. Follow my lead." He began to walk forward, using his nose to try and sniff out a trail of fresh air to follow back out of the caves. "What the fuck happened to you? Who did this?"

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