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Cerberus Antum · 04-03-2012, 04:32 PM

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Cerberus

Word Count :: 609 Le’ pounce :3

Cerberus hadn’t slept at all the previous night. Afraid of having another strange dream, he had forced himself awake when even the slightest bit of unreality crept over him. Taking a walk here, chasing a mouse there, he’d managed to fight away the insanity threatening to take over from such a nuisance. But he dared not think how he’d fight off sleep tonight – he was already exhausted and fighting his eyes even that morning. So again he wandered off, taking to a winding trail before the sun even poked above the hills. The chill of the early morning air pricked his skin and ruffled his fur, causing him to quiver a time or two. Then, as the sun finally climbed in the sky, he paused on his walk just long enough to warm himself in a ray reaching through a gap in the trees above. It was a glorious feeling, being warm; he didn’t understand how some of his cousins could live in arctic temperatures.

As his steps picked up again, so did his imagination. No doubt it was from sleep deprivation, all of the obscure shapes and colors flashing before his eyes. But in an odd way, he enjoyed it – it made the walk more interesting. So, as the shadows of creatures not really there danced around him, he chuckled and staggered along with them, singing a funny little tune to himself until a hulking metal beast blocked his path.

Excuse me, he said rather drowsily, but you’re in my way. He blinked…and then blinked again, and finally the beast morphed into a more recognizable figure: the husk of a human vehicle. Ceri’s black nose wiggled as he sniffed around it, the leathery flesh glinting in the sunlight with each ray he passed through. He nearly swiped his velvet tongue across the hood of the contraption just to taste it, but his reason poked through the cloud of sleeplessness long enough to tell him that that was perhaps not a very good idea. Finally, tiring of his examination, he slumped down in the grass on the other side of the monster and began to doze off, stirring only when a set of footsteps rustled the grass nearby.

It was a wolf by the smell (and sound) of it; one that even smelled rather familiar, too. He lifted his head just enough to peek through the foggy glass window above him, his vision obscured by the coating of dust across the glass. Then the canine lifted its head, releasing a howl that only aggravated the headache already surfacing in Ceri’s skull, forcing him to pinch his eyes shut and grit his teeth. Now, however, he could tell this wolf was a woman, and she was calling for members of New Dawn.

With a reluctant groan, Cerberus hopped on top of the car and shook himself, his fur splaying out and making him look even larger than he really was. I hear you, I hear you, he whined, flopping down on the rusted metal roof like a lion claiming its territory. His warm hues fell on the golden body of his Epsilon then, and a wicked grin spread across his pale lips. Well, well, well, he said, his tail picking up in a cocky sway, if it isn’t my little angel. Come now darling, this is no place for a dame such as yourself to be hanging about. What are you doing out here? He flashed her a cocky grin, the sun making his white fur almost glitter in the light. Then another howl rang out across the land, and he chuckled. Sounds like you’ve got friends coming, he jeered.

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