07-30-2018, 10:03 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]Ever since he had gotten here he had been extremely hungry but he didn't know when or if he was going to be allowed to eat. His tum tum kept clenching and growling, hurting him and he knew for a fact that he didn't like it. But maybe, just maybe it would be okay if he went off to try and find something for himself. Surely they wouldn't notice his absence before he returned to the highershipes sides? He really hoped he didn't get in trouble but he was really really hungry. The small hellhound with hunched shoulders slowly crept off, eyes wandering along the path as he attempted to find something that was palpable for him. He'd not eaten in so long and his body was exhausted from the traveling. His paw prints left burning indents along the foliage and it was a wonder that the grass didn't explode into flames as he passed by. Lave sluggishly like pulsing veins moved along his body as if entrapped in cracks in his own skin. Black fur like obsidian that attempted to hide him but he was very visible because of the glow from the lava his body produced. Glowing hot orange eyes shifted around and he blinked his pupiless orbs as he eyed a tree. Well, he'd never really seen a tree before and the idea of it being food passed through his thoughts. So he did what any pup without knowledge of the surface world he opened his jaws, bright glowing tongue visible for only a moment before he bit into the trunk.
His body radiated heat, temperatures that most couldn't actually stand to be too close to and so when he came into contact with the wood the side of the tree burst into flames. It didn't seem to bother the hellhound that wiggled and broke off the burn pieces of wood while the tree burned and he spat it out just as quickly. Ewww, whatever that was it was not a good thing to eat and he spat again before lifting his paws and rubbing them against his mouth as he sat on his hind legs. Where was food? Shifting the servant would turn his head slightly, the glint of the sun reflected off of the diamond collar that was wrapped around his neck and served as his symbol of servitude. After all where he came from all hellhounds wore such things as they couldn't burn hot enough to melt the symbol off. It was permanent to show their worth and their place as lesser creatures. But the child never thought of it as a bad thing. No, he was pleased to do what he was told and to make sure that his betters had what they needed at all times. He was a good boy and he knew better.
His little paws dropped to the ground then before he turned and immediately he saw it. A thick rock that was dotted with patterns of black and grey and white. It was shinny and obviously of volcanic origin. He didn't know it was an igneous rock born from the lava flows from the active volcano but felt like that was food. Lunging his jaws wrapped around the rock with ease and already it was melting in his mouth as he chewed and broke off pieces of the substance. He didn't want to eat too fast but it was really good and he gnawed on the rock, molten rock slipping along the sides of his muzzle as he lapped his tongue against the item in his possession.
His body radiated heat, temperatures that most couldn't actually stand to be too close to and so when he came into contact with the wood the side of the tree burst into flames. It didn't seem to bother the hellhound that wiggled and broke off the burn pieces of wood while the tree burned and he spat it out just as quickly. Ewww, whatever that was it was not a good thing to eat and he spat again before lifting his paws and rubbing them against his mouth as he sat on his hind legs. Where was food? Shifting the servant would turn his head slightly, the glint of the sun reflected off of the diamond collar that was wrapped around his neck and served as his symbol of servitude. After all where he came from all hellhounds wore such things as they couldn't burn hot enough to melt the symbol off. It was permanent to show their worth and their place as lesser creatures. But the child never thought of it as a bad thing. No, he was pleased to do what he was told and to make sure that his betters had what they needed at all times. He was a good boy and he knew better.
His little paws dropped to the ground then before he turned and immediately he saw it. A thick rock that was dotted with patterns of black and grey and white. It was shinny and obviously of volcanic origin. He didn't know it was an igneous rock born from the lava flows from the active volcano but felt like that was food. Lunging his jaws wrapped around the rock with ease and already it was melting in his mouth as he chewed and broke off pieces of the substance. He didn't want to eat too fast but it was really good and he gnawed on the rock, molten rock slipping along the sides of his muzzle as he lapped his tongue against the item in his possession.