WHATS YOURS IS MINE | MEETING 27/07

[deimos]

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

Bloodless.

The words rang in his ears, the elkhorse's eyes narrowing. Bloodless, you say? He was off to the side, his throat bound with rope, tied firmly to a rock. Slung between front and rear legs on either side was more rope- and another about his mouth still, keeping his teeth hidden. The look, however, on his face could not be contained- anger was burnt in, drawing his lips back to display the fangs he couldn't open to snap at his binds. His eyes were narrowed, the dragonesque pupils drawn to hair-thin slits.

"I won't be bloodless for long." He uttered to himself. Would he openly curse and defy them? No, not yet. Especially since he couldn't step free and walk away if he were to display how he felt.

The rest of the meeting didn't register to him.

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

#psychosocial.