11-09-2018, 07:07 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: grey"]He thought his punishment would be swift, something he knew would come to pass and something he would have to endure. He understood where his place was and yet he couldn't understand why he had ran in the first place. Slaves didn't run and he couldn't remember what had went on in his head to possess him to do such a thing. He just couldn't remember. But there was little time to sit and dwell on it for he was thrown into a cage, into a prison. His body moved back standing against the wall and he looked ashamed really but not for the reasons others might think. But because he ran from his master, his owner, Stryker. His chest shuttered with breath that didn't see to want to move from his lungs and he swallowed thickly before looking down at his paws. There was nothing for him to do but to wait and serve. Do what he was told and to not make a fuss of it. But then a face he did not know came forward and it caused his head to lift up just a bit. Though he kept his shoulders hunched as he looked toward Dante, confusion at his words spreading his pink marble hues. "I-I don't.."
He didn't understand what the stranger was talking about. He'd never led anything and he surely would never have in the first place. He couldn't be something like that and from young he had been a slave so there was no reason or rhyme for the other's words. Was he trying to...make a joke? It seemed more appropriate so he didn't say anything. Instead he looked back down to his paws. Though that lasted little when a voice spoke up. His ears pulled back against his skull and he lifted his gaze to another unfamiliar face and yet they seemed to know him. Friendly enough to have shortened his name and yet he didn't know who he was. Who was he? He looked back to Stryker as if his master would help him but he knew he wouldn't get any from the lion. Though he could taste the taunting which confused him even more but he just wrote it off something he deserved once more. "What's my....my punishment if I may ask? I don't know why I ran. I....I never run.." He just couldn't wrap his manipulated mind around it.
He didn't understand what the stranger was talking about. He'd never led anything and he surely would never have in the first place. He couldn't be something like that and from young he had been a slave so there was no reason or rhyme for the other's words. Was he trying to...make a joke? It seemed more appropriate so he didn't say anything. Instead he looked back down to his paws. Though that lasted little when a voice spoke up. His ears pulled back against his skull and he lifted his gaze to another unfamiliar face and yet they seemed to know him. Friendly enough to have shortened his name and yet he didn't know who he was. Who was he? He looked back to Stryker as if his master would help him but he knew he wouldn't get any from the lion. Though he could taste the taunting which confused him even more but he just wrote it off something he deserved once more. "What's my....my punishment if I may ask? I don't know why I ran. I....I never run.." He just couldn't wrap his manipulated mind around it.