a gift from the gods
cyprian
11-16-2023, 10:50 AM
Loneliness was something that wasn't foreign to Cyprian. Long days, nights, years of being a gladiator; a prized fighter for the emperor, had set the mastiff mix apart from others. Never did he dare get close to another for tomorrow they could very well be dead. Yes, there were lovers. Many, many lovers. A few upon whom Cyprian had looked favorably, holding them in higher regard than others. There had never, however, been a friend. Having been released from the emperors tender care, as the fighters in the pit liked to call it, Cyprian was well and truly alone for the first time in his life. The giant yearned for companionship in any form. The wild was far too quiet for one that had always had the buzz of the Colloseum in his ears. That buzz, like the scurry of rats or the scuttling of beetles, it had lulled the Alabai mix to sleep for four years. Cyprian was released with no possessions, his only property being his own life. He had no home. He had nothing. In the back of his mind, the man wondered if it would have been more merciful if he'd died in the games. Ah... but the fighters determination still rang true within him. Never give up. He would make due. Heavy paws padded along the base of the canyon, their scratchy pads spinning up puffs of dust here and there. Cropped ears were following the sound of water. As he thought of the life giving liquid, the brute slapped his chops, realizing just how dry his mouth was. Cyp pushed himself into a lope, thick cords of muscle rippling beneath the man's short pelt. He was a beast. A powerhouse, and it showed. As Cyprian neared the water, movement on the other side caught his eye. The behemoth's head lowered and he squared up on instinct alone, but his posture soon relaxed when he noted the source of the movement. A man lay on the other side of the water and he looked worse for wear. The scarred giant watched as the patchwork wolf tried to rise and stumbled. Despite his former profession, Cyprian was a gentle man. Without hesitation, he waded across the clear, cool water, forgoing his own thirst in lieu of helping one in need. The man's voice was rich and low, like the far off rumble of seismic activity. He neared the other man, trying not to spook him and probably failing. Cyprian was a sight to behold. Gargantuan, muscled, scarred, cropped and docked. And yet, there was kindness in his pale, blue eyes. "Will you allow me to help you to the waters edge?" "Cyprian"
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