WC:317
OOC: Hehe, had a burst of muse and so i started this ^^. Set in the morning?
All around him was a blur of green, grey and white; every ruin looked the same, untouched before he and the others had claimed this place to be their home. Vines crawled up and stretched up high along the remains of once great walls, where at their bases lay clumps of corroding, bleached stones. A smug, warm feeling settled over him as he travelled silently through the secretive lands that housed his pack; for no one would find them there, no one would expect such grand, powerful canines to live within human ruins.
A dark, scarred hand ran lightly along the surface of one of the intact walls, the tips of his fingers took in the rough, uneven surface of the crumbling structure. Such ruins, to the once enslaved male, were a castle, a haven. There were no cages with locks and keys, one could hide away from prying eyes and feel safe here. This place is his home.
The lands he walked were simply remnants; reminders of the great things that once existed, much like his own life. Once upon a time, he hadn’t been a scarred wreck, an emotionless dud. A seemingly long time ago he had been normal and oh how he longed to go back in time, to return to the simplistic days and his peaceful childhood. The only thing that held him to his life now was Bastion…
Stepping forward, a small rock crumbled beneath a powerful paw and his hand slipped away from the wall where it ended. Resting his back against the white stone, he slid down it until he gently reached the floor; his sword clattering against the hard ground within its sheath.
Tilting his head up, he closed his eyes and simply took in the scents and sounds that surrounded him. A gently breeze moved across his fur, ruffling the layers of clothes that covered his ruined body.
