Character Intro - Noxen
A little short thing I wrote for a character I wanna get drawn soon. He's meant to be a very dark character, and so I gave him a very dark beginning. Enjoy!Edit GOT IT DRAWN.
Who....
What was that noise?!
am..
I... I cant see...
I'm so... c...cold....
I...?
Drip. Drip. Drip. Plop...
That was all the creature ever heard, like some sort broken record. He'd given up looking around a long time ago; it was too dark.
He had been here a few weeks, or was it a few months, years maybe? He couldn't keep track, it all blended together after awhile. Did it matter either way? He had no idea why he was brought here, he had already forgotten where he came from. He had nothing to escape to.
Escape. That was a funny concept he thought. Considering all the time he had had to contemplate things, you would imagine that, "Escape", would be one of the greatest ones; but it wasnt. He almost hardly ever thought of breaking out, and he wasn't even sure he could at this point. The guards barely fed him, he hadn't been allowed out of his shackles since he was thrown into his prison, and the only time he did try to break free, he felt like the shackles themselves were burning his fur. It wasn't very pleasant, and he quickly brushed that from his musings.
One thing he did think of frequently though, was... why? Why was he here? Did he do something wrong? Was it something he said? He always laughed to himself at that one, he couldn't even begin to remember the last time he had spoken to anything living. The only logical explanation he could come to, if you could call it that, was that he was put here, simply because. Not because any one thing specific. Just, because. Was that a cruel thing to be done? Of course, but there was nothing else. He had been there for so long, there couldn't possibly be anything else. At least not that he could remember.
And so it was, that the creature stayed in his cage. Day after day, night after night, trapped in darkness. He thought it odd that even at night, his cage refused even the light from the stars and moon to slip in. Darkness, was all he knew. And as far as he was concerned, he liked it.
He enjoyed the quiet, the dark, the solitude. What little interaction he had with the one or two guards that showed up, was never good. They spat at him, threw scraps, and any liquids he got were... less than favorable. He had to survive after all.
Survive and wait.
Wait for the day the dark drake showed his face and broke him free.