think about it- intro / slave

[deimos]

♛ SLEEP ON ME, FEEL THE RHYTHM IN MY CHEST, JUST BREATH. I WILL STAY SO THE LANTERN IN YOUR HEART WON'T FADE. —

When someone asked him a week ago what his intentions were life where, he didn't know. He couldn't answer them. Some part of him couldn't tell he would eventually be knocked out, put in chains, dragged to the Pitt, and displayed like food. Which, he took as an insult, thank you very much. He wasn't prey. He was far from it.

Pain. His head ached, his backside, his belly, his legs. Make that everything ached, that he was conscious enough to recognize. He groaned, gently picked up his head and immediately regretting it. He groaned gently, and opened his eyes. The purple optics swung about where he lay, chained upon a rock. He cursed beneath his breath. He lifted his head, blood dripping from around his ears. He reached up, trying to touch his horns. Salvatore looked at his hoof- restricted by chains.

Here lay an almost elven in spirit elkhorse. The spines along his back stood on end as he looked towards his capturer, then the Pitt as the former Typhooner recognized where he was. The rope binding the base of his muzzle just barely allowed him to speak- his teeth were no help here. "Where am I. Why am I here?" He snapped out, looking towards Worm.

[member=13875]WORM.[/member]

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #8186CC; font-size: 24px;"]— SAL. REYES ♛

#psychosocial.