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[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

Darkness.

The cold, wet conditions of the bunkers kept Alexandre shivering. Scared, even. A sick reminder of what Sojourn had forced xem to do all those years ago. As the smell of rotting flesh wafted over his nose, the feline could not help xyr from letting their mouth drool. Since then, the fear of becoming what xyr mother hated had faded, yet Sojourn predicted it correctly. The monster had come out to play. In time, Alexandre succumbed to the status and allowed xemself to embrace every dirty part. The blood, the gore, the guts. Whatever it may be. The thought of chaos underneath xer thumb caused xem to be pleasured.

Even now, as they sat in the dark, their vampiric beast salivated and craved the smell that came from afar. Hunger pangs had started to set in since their capture and, this time, Alexandre would not allow xemself to grow hungry ever again. In the spirit of that, the feline's sensitive awareness attempted to lead them forward. Leaning forward, paws reached outwards at the stone beneath xer feet. Every crack and crevice xe avoided. With a clear path in mind, xe took a few steps now and then. Then again. And again.

With pain shooting up their broken leg, xe found xemself growing tired, but kept going. Eventually, to no avail, the beat up feline reached the entrance of the bunker's cell. Soft paws extended forward. Claws fiddled with the freezing metal in front of xem, trying to find a lock.

While Alexandre had no definite plans of escaping yet, xe still wanted a meal and to negotiate some terms with Tanglewood's leader.

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