12-05-2020, 12:49 PM
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste
of the blood on my lips again
They dropped him off - he didn't know why. His master was just sleeping, right? Why was his family so sad, why had they given him to this strange land? It didn't seem fair. That's because it wasn't. He didn't fail, right? His master wasn't hurt, right? Right?? He paced at the shores. Staring in the direction of the boat that had left him only days before. He could just swim back, right? yeah, that seemed right. He slipped into the salty water and, with the help of the current, started toward what would hopefully be his home.
This wasn't home. "No..!" The shallow, hoarse voice of the Amphicyon rang out on the island he had landed on. This was far from home. The scents of strangers forced his mind to become alert, to become a guard animal once again. Scarred ears flicked angrily. Lowly was the snarl that ripped from him, even though he silenced it easily. His confusion, once drowned only by alertness, was now drowned by that and anger. Burning, coursing anger. They had abandoned him, didn't they. Were his talents in fighting and protection not good enough?
His head swiveled, fur bristling, eyes watching the land around him. This was a strange place. The scents were animal. A weight became heavy around his neck. Oh. His old collar. Ringed with spikes and with a tag on it. Sarchus was engraved on the skull tag. His master's last name was now his own. Unfortunately, the tag fell off now, loosened by the swimming. It fell to the floor and Dante stared it down before pulling dirt over it.
He wasn't tied to that past now. His only tie would be his last name. Sarchus. Dante Andrew Sarchus.
This wasn't home. "No..!" The shallow, hoarse voice of the Amphicyon rang out on the island he had landed on. This was far from home. The scents of strangers forced his mind to become alert, to become a guard animal once again. Scarred ears flicked angrily. Lowly was the snarl that ripped from him, even though he silenced it easily. His confusion, once drowned only by alertness, was now drowned by that and anger. Burning, coursing anger. They had abandoned him, didn't they. Were his talents in fighting and protection not good enough?
His head swiveled, fur bristling, eyes watching the land around him. This was a strange place. The scents were animal. A weight became heavy around his neck. Oh. His old collar. Ringed with spikes and with a tag on it. Sarchus was engraved on the skull tag. His master's last name was now his own. Unfortunately, the tag fell off now, loosened by the swimming. It fell to the floor and Dante stared it down before pulling dirt over it.
He wasn't tied to that past now. His only tie would be his last name. Sarchus. Dante Andrew Sarchus.
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" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗