05-21-2021, 08:29 PM
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"THE GLADIATOR" — CHAMPION OF WAR
It was not too long until Keona had located the response she had been searching for, or so he assumed given the howl that preceded his own, but in a situation such as this, seconds felt like minutes and minutes, hours. The sound of paws within the caverns caused him to stir once again, the Dealer ramming directly into the bars before he had the chance to tell her that would most likely not work, she was both too quick and he was far too exhausted to speak on time. The ding of metal caused him to wince, pierced ear twitching in the dark.
”Standing back.” He responded, barely audible over the sounds raging overhead, the resulting wind that blew the door clean open pulling itself through his fur and throwing an ear back, which he had to fix once it finally registered that it was inside out. Power over the wind and the waves, Keona had abilities that he couldn’t fathom and yet here she was helping the likes of him rather than her crewmates. He felt like it was his fault, though logically it wasn’t, Keona assisted him in escaping on her own terms.
“Let's get you home.”
Home. Far from this place. Warmer, sands instead of thawed earth. There was a feeling of conflicting perception at the word, as if some part of him refused to leave, but it was quickly overturned by the majority of his heart and soul. His breaths were ragged, strained as if he’d been struck in the ribs, nodding at the woman with wide and frightened eyes. ”I want to go home...”
Although, he didn’t move as fast as his tone would have implied he would, still aching and disturbed from his time between a cell and a pit. An arena.
”Standing back.” He responded, barely audible over the sounds raging overhead, the resulting wind that blew the door clean open pulling itself through his fur and throwing an ear back, which he had to fix once it finally registered that it was inside out. Power over the wind and the waves, Keona had abilities that he couldn’t fathom and yet here she was helping the likes of him rather than her crewmates. He felt like it was his fault, though logically it wasn’t, Keona assisted him in escaping on her own terms.
“Let's get you home.”
Home. Far from this place. Warmer, sands instead of thawed earth. There was a feeling of conflicting perception at the word, as if some part of him refused to leave, but it was quickly overturned by the majority of his heart and soul. His breaths were ragged, strained as if he’d been struck in the ribs, nodding at the woman with wide and frightened eyes. ”I want to go home...”
Although, he didn’t move as fast as his tone would have implied he would, still aching and disturbed from his time between a cell and a pit. An arena.
— if i find some way out then i will stay, with heart split two ways down