"Get in there, you fool." A guard tugged on Densel's hair, his fingers weaving into the unkempt locks of the shadow Hound's head. "You're not worth the very air you breathe." He spat, narrowing his eyes and shutting the gate as soon as Densel hit the stone floor, cold with time and bloodied by prisoners before him.
Densel's collar lit up with an evil red glow, showing he was contained.To be sent here by his own father to be with the very prisoners he's put here... Ahh, such a sweet loving pa pa.
A rusted bolt slid into place, and Densel lifted himself off the floor. It was all he could do to piss them off, really; the last thing he wanted to do was to lie on the ground and to give them the satisfaction of dying and calling him a kicked pup.
"Screw this shit.." He growled, and the guard smirked at him.
"Love you too, boy." He sneered.
Densel scoffed. "Yeah, like a plague in your privates." He replied crudely, and he leaned against a wall, threading his fingers through the icy rails. The guard, annoyed by his 'insolence,' slammed his steel baton against the gate, breaking two of Densel's knuckles and causing a ruckus as 14 or so other inmates awoke. Densel withdrew his hand instinctively and cradled it, glaring angrily.
He growled at the sound of the guard laughing loudly, and leaving.
Soon, the noise of rowdy inmates subsided.
Everyday, he wondered how he survived the cruelty of Hound life. As the youngest son, he was neither loved nor doted upon like how Human parents would treat their youngest- No. Here, it was different; the younger you were, the likelier you were to screw up. You ended up being beaten and trashed for no reason other than the fact your brothers and parents became bloodthirsty.
And don't even ask about the females of the clan. They were either chosen for pup-bearing or killed before they reached 10 years of age.
Personally speaking, after seeing his younger sister being chosen for the former, Densel knew that the latter was a better fate of the two. Every time he watched her being dragged off by a member of their pack, he felt a surge of bitter anger, but he was as powerless to protect her as she was to protect him.
He shut his eyes and sank down onto the ground quietly, his eyes shut tight as he struggled to even breathe. All he'd wanted was an hour of undisturbed rest. 'And as always, Icarus flew too close to the sun..' He chided himself internally as he looked out of the window, eventually succumbing to uninvited slumber.
No comments:
Post a Comment