10-22-2018, 05:12 PM
Tired, long limbs seemed to carry Saeran on to forever, having ran from the dog fighting ring he had practically been raised in. He was taught to fight dirty, no matter how much he disliked it, and he was sure he had killed hundreds of other animals in that ring. Just for the sick amusement of humans, for their sick pleasures and bets of money that had no worth to Saeran himself. He was a champion, but only because he wanted to survive.
Saeran just wanted to relax, to sit for a few seconds, to never talk again, but he knew he had to keep moving. It was probably a few more hours, but the white doberman had finally found a building- an observatory in the distance. It was beautiful, the metals and all components shining with use. He wanted to look over the building, to examine it more, but he knew he had to wait.
The canine didn't know if he was just.. Crazy, or if he kept hearing voices swimming around in his head. Yeah, it was probably Ray, speaking to him. After he had escaped from the Ring, he had started noticing how he could talk to himself- how he could talk to his imaginary friends that seemed to float around him constantly. Nobody else could see them, they were just figments of the dog's imagination, but he wished they could.
Sitting down, Saeran waited patiently for someone to come up and see him, cropped ears twitching and swiveling to listen to any sounds so he'd at least be prepared- you know, just in case someone tried to come at him unexpectedly?
//For any aura/soul readers: Saeran's soul is a minty green primarily with hints of darker blues. His aura has a defensive edge to it, as if tense and scared of his surroundings. It is a constant air around his aura, but is never betrayed on the outside.
Saeran just wanted to relax, to sit for a few seconds, to never talk again, but he knew he had to keep moving. It was probably a few more hours, but the white doberman had finally found a building- an observatory in the distance. It was beautiful, the metals and all components shining with use. He wanted to look over the building, to examine it more, but he knew he had to wait.
The canine didn't know if he was just.. Crazy, or if he kept hearing voices swimming around in his head. Yeah, it was probably Ray, speaking to him. After he had escaped from the Ring, he had started noticing how he could talk to himself- how he could talk to his imaginary friends that seemed to float around him constantly. Nobody else could see them, they were just figments of the dog's imagination, but he wished they could.
Sitting down, Saeran waited patiently for someone to come up and see him, cropped ears twitching and swiveling to listen to any sounds so he'd at least be prepared- you know, just in case someone tried to come at him unexpectedly?
//For any aura/soul readers: Saeran's soul is a minty green primarily with hints of darker blues. His aura has a defensive edge to it, as if tense and scared of his surroundings. It is a constant air around his aura, but is never betrayed on the outside.
"WAVERING LOYALTIES" —-- saeran choi / ascendants / misc. / [member=1260]miss ririchiyo[/member]