(P) Tomorrow, Today, and Yesterday

[Gotham Phoenix]

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+651- Now with a pretty new table!

How had it come to this?

Gotham had, out of pure habit, travelled far away from the borders of Crimson Dreams. His chested had ached the entire time he'd been moving, up until the very moment his paw landed outside of the territory. It signalled to him his sudden need to get away, to leave behind the stress and drama of his mother's pack in favour of some normalcy. That loner lifestyle had just about settled onto his shoulders during the time he'd been away, and jumping head-first back into the packlife scene had been a horrible mistake.

He needed time to adjust. He needed time to decide. He'd returned under the assumption he'd be comfortable there in the Mansion, beside his siblings and parents without any worry or fear. He'd been so very wrong to assume such a thing was possible. The traitor, Nuki, had made that very, very clear. And now, he was left with a bitter regret, eating away at him moment by moment.

That was why he'd left again. He didn't plan to be gone long, just a day or so to clear his head. Still, the temptation to run and never return, to leave his troubles behind him... it was strong. It was what probably got him so far away from home now, as the black lupus-formed boy gainted over the ridged rocks of The Trenches, headed full-steam for Blackmoore Castle. The old structure still had plenty of places to hide away and explore in. His mind was set to waste away the day doing care-free things like this, so why not?

When the castle came into sight for the first time ever, boy's breath was taken away. It was huge! Beautiful! With a delighted grin, boy started down the hill towards the towering stone building, amazed by the sight of it, and the idea of being able to freely explore without worries of being chased away. It was far bigger in person, and this would be the first time Gotham had ever bothered to come close enough to enjoy the truely amazingly qualities of such an ancient building.

As our black prince approached the main entrance, a feeling of eerie injustice creeped down his spine, making his fur stand on end. I heard it said that a Lord of some sort still haunts this place. Maybe that's him? Now thoroughly spooked, but incredibly excited, boy left his troubles at the door and slid inside, tail swaying behind him.

The hallways were beautiful! Lined with smooth stone and intricate sculptures, it was hard to think that this place was as old and primevil as it was. Gotham's paws carried him onwards through the halls until he reached a ballroom. The entire room was mostly empty, save for the old decorations set up dozens of years ago. His paws tapped against the floor with an echoed 'tak tak', sending up tiny amounts of dust in his wake and leaving clear pawprints behind.

As he reached the center of the room, boy smiled. He could imagine the dances that could've been held here. Dozens of Lords and Ladies, all paired up in elegant clothing, spinning and dancing the night away to a live court of talented musicians. The Scottish Lord from the legend would stand at the very far end, his beloved bride at his side, smiling and having fun. It would truely be a wonderful event. The image almost eliminated the dreary thought of the bride never making it to Canada. Only a Fantasy.

Still, Gotham stood there in the center of the ballroom, and for a moment the boy closed his eyes and lost himself to his imagination, sitting down and imagining the beautiful ball- nay, masquerade ball! He imagined them as Luperci, not truely sure what humans had looked like. It was good enough for him though, as the hummed along to an imaginary song.