FA+
Shop
368
Views
Views
1
Favorites
Favorites
Category
Story / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 50 x 50
File Size 24.4 kB
Report this content
More from IchiDraco-San
Listed in Folders
Bitter Dreams - A short Story about Lunus.
The sound of a strong breeze blew over him, Lunus' eyes looking up at the sky, the familiar weight of pain in his nose as he was slowly coming to his senses! All of a sudden, those familiar words came to him once more after closing his eyes for a brief rest.
"...You gonna lay there?!" That question came to him, a burning familiarity, the voice. It wasn't a goddess, nor an inviting question. It was someone he once knew, someone who came to him from long ago, an old dog with a missing eye, and a worn expression on his dirty face.
"..Stop crying. It’s not gonna help...only this will." he said as he tossed a rag to the ground, it plopped heavily in the dirt.
The Child took the rag, feeling its heaviness, its sharpness, as he unfolded it and found a knife inside.
"You already know where they sleep at night. You take that...and you use it!" he said to the child. "Or do you want to end up like your brothers and sisters?" he said before pointing over to the mass grave with stones piled high over it.
The Old Dog... How could he forget... The Dog in question was one of the Pit-Masters, a trainer and taker of lives, one of the *Bastards*...the people that take, orphan, and enslaved mutts like Lunus into being fighters, soldiers,...force them to be Gladiators. They were scruffy, rough, wore red sashes or head covers. They were the worst, they never saw the young in their possession as children. Lunus knew he was just here for sport. Maybe the other kids knew that, some had been around there for much longer, and it made them just as cruel.
But...this Pit-Master. this haggard, one-eyed Bastard who left a mark on him as his sheppard. His name was....
"....Deimos..." Lunus uttered in his thoughts as he stood up. Not just himself, but also the child, the little helpless pup that got beaten down by a bunch of bullies that he did nothing to.
"So you can stand. ...But, what's gonna keep them from knocking you down again!? ...You gonna Lay on your Back and let them Beat you again like they did today!?" Deimos growled as he stood over the young pup.
"I'll be watching Boy. I'll see what your answer is." he said before walking away, his name being called by one of the other Bastards.
He remembered that day. He remembered it well, looking down at the dirt...he didn't hesitate as he picked it up and scurried away with the rag and the blade...cleaning his bloodied nose and tear-filled face...before looking at the knife in his hand. It didn't take much effort for Lunus to understand what he needed to do.
And late in the night...he did exactly as Deimos told him too...but only to the One that bullied him! It wasn't without consequence.
He remembered well...but to see it so clearly from the outside, it was memory that burned. The worst part, was the fact that it was so easy. It scared him. The Death wasn’t the only scar left upon him. The Lashes in the early morning were a grim reminder.
Lunus' surroundings changed, time seemed to shift as he was being forced to remember everything, the Adult wolf feeling his back. Remembering well...sleeping in the hut, on the floor of a straw mat... his back sore and bleeding, the pain like hot venom running through him as he felt like he was paralyzed! He had to sleep there, Deimos taking care of him, lifting and taking him where-ever he went during those Three days of agony. Even though his back had healed, and his fur covered his scars, he could feel it even now. The heat…the pain, and the anger.
"No! NO More! Stop SHOWING ME THIS!!?" Lunus Yelled! But no one answered. Why would they!? They hadn't answered him then...Why should they answer him now.
He suddenly found himself outside in the wilderness away from the rest of the Bastards. Feeling that same cold breeze that made his bones stiff. Looking up by the campfire at Deimos as he looked back at him.
The One-eyed canine Deimos, tossing a scrap of food just within reach of Lunus. His adult self watching on. His mind laying him on his side as was forced to feel helpless in that state, something he couldn’t understand at first.
"I know you’re hungry Pup. I can see it in your eyes... You must hate me right now...but you’re hungry...You haven't ate since the whipping. But I know that you aren't dead...I know your beat up. But you are alive…
You wanna know how I know?! Because, that Bastard Yarl knew how to whip you! Your back isn't damaged too badly... You can still move... You were bleeding, but not enough to bleed-out and die! Your healing good, healing fast. But now...you gotta want to do one thing...survive, Pain... Pain hurts, it hurts in every way you can imagine, even down to your soul. But you see, it only lasts for so long, and then...its gone! You may feel weak, but you can move...I know you can. And if you want to eat...your gonna have to. Cause it’s already been three days for you." Deimos said before pausing as he got himself another piece of meat.
"You see... Long time ago, I watched one our prisoners starve to death...it was a test. We hounded him, night and day till he was good and perched above us in a tree. We sat there. Three long days and nights...no food, no water. He was up there...good and long for three to four days and nights...till he fell out of the tree and died. I told myself...if I was to ever to survive for three days. I would run, and I would do Anything to survive. Its been three days for you.... Its your last chance... You can die...or you can pick your worthless ass up...and survive." Deimos spoke before turning away from Lunus, denying him any help.
He remembered... That was the hardest thing he ever did. But he did it, Lunus watching...looking at his child-self claw his way over to the food to finally pick it up and eat it off the ground.
Lunus standing there before a Child forced to survive. The Adult Lunus silently watching over the boy, his youth. Shivering, he nearly thought he never walk again.
Night and day shifted, his mind remembering again as he was taken back to the dirt and earthen pit! The Arena, surrounded by wooded parapets that were 15 feet high and circled the pit, Lunus wasn't alone in the ring, as Deimos was there, the Young Wolf had grown to meet the old dog’s demands and was breathing hard. A scared look in his eyes as he clutched hold of a sword with both hands.
"C'mon! Try it Again!" the One-eyed wolf growled, sounding gruffer, less patient.
Lunus just stood there breathing....panting hard as he looked up at him "I...I-I can't!" he spoke out!
"You Can't What!?"
"...I...I.." the boy tried to speak up, only to be cut off as Deimos walks up to him, breath still in his lungs and not even tired out as he lifts his sword! "NO EXCUSES! FIGHT!" he Yells before slamming his blade down on Lunus, the boy managing to block, yet his assault did not cease!
Each swing of the Sword was met as Lunus was forced to block blow after blow, but was exhausted and scared for his life as Deimos did not stop! "I SAID FIGHT DAMN YOU!!!" he said before suddenly grabbing Lunus and kneeing the boy in his stomach before lifting throwing him down onto the dirt, the force of it knocking the Wind out of him as Deimos kneeled down and pointed his sword as his throat!
"Don't YOU EVER SAY YOU CAN'T PUP!!! YOU WILL DO AS COMMANDED AND FIGHT! AND YOU WILL LEARN! OTHERWISE YOU WILL DIE! DON'T MAKE ME REGRET TRAINING YOU!" he growled out to him before dropping Lunus.
"Remember this Lesson well! No Matter what, you will Fight! Against hunger, against all things that your Enemies see as a weakness! Getting tired is Not an Option! You will only be able to sleep when you are dead...or until your Enemies stop breathing." Deimos spoke as he readied Lunus for another round.
Day in...and day out, it was nothing but grueling pain, and for the most of it, Lunus was unhappy as Deimos beat him down just to build him up agai. The Bastards did this to all their potential students. But in Lunus' case, he wasn't to become one of them...he was to become a Gladiator. A glorified tool, back then...there were only two options.... Either you became a *Bastard* like them....or you become a Gladiator, and serve.
Seeing his younger self push his tired form off the dirt, Lunus clenched his fists... He knew this wasn't the worst part. No, the worst moment was coming, and he dreaded it. The fear and pain in his heart began to rise as he couldn't help but reflect on the moment that changed him.
The flash of Images of himself growing, Deimos encouraging him to hone his fury, to embrace his anger and violent self, so he could aim Lunus at beating down the other children of his age. And to do so mercilessly. The so called "guardians" looked on, cheering, shouting, giving drunken slures and curses as Lunus wrestled other young males to the dirt and was forced to beat them till they were bloody and bruised, to some extent, he enjoyed it. But never did he kill them...not like he had done to his bully. The feeling of winning was a new sensation that he couldn’t get enough of.
Getting up from the battered leopard youth at his feet, Lunus was about to leave, feeling proud of imself. Until a sword fell to his feet, and the long shadow of his guardian: Deimos, stood over him.
"...End him."
"W-What?!" Lunus smirked and said rather confused.
"You Heard Me! End Him!" Deimos growled before picking up the sword and putting it in his hands with all the seriousness of an arrow, breaking Lunus of his confidence and shaking him!
"Make it Stop. ....I-I don't want to see anymore. Please...." the Adult Lunus spoke, his voice...his once strong and monotoned voice was breaking up as he began crying tears for once. Tears that he had held back for so long, thinking he had dried up, as he pleaded to the Gods. "Please...No more..." he spoke.
In the back of his mind, Lunus had kept this memory closed, wanting to stop it...and for a moment, he fought...he fought so hard to keep it back. But for once, the Gods did not let him.
"You must break free from your pain. Let go..." an unknown voice, tone-less, echoed in his mind...
Before he knew it, Lunus was on his knees looking on as Deimos forced him to face the Leopard boy that he just fought against, his hand was forced to clasp hold of the sword by Deimos' strong hands! Pointing it at the Leopard, as two other males held up him. The Broken young male looking up at Lunus with such a pitiful face. They hardly knew each other...yet in that moment, Lunus felt a sense of sympathy for him, something that he couldn't reason with...but it was a feeling he hadn't felt in so long.
"No... No, this...This feels Wrong." he suddenly spoke as he saw the boy's eyes begin to tear up.
"SHUT UP AND DO IT! ARE YOU TRYING TO EMBARRASS ME!!?!" Deimos Shouted!
"No...Stop! STOP! THIS DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT!" Lunus said with a frighten look on his face he was trying to push back against Deimos!
"...Its okay."
The Leopard boy suddenly spoke. Making Lunus pause for a moment. Only for Deimos... to push the boy’s sword into stabbing him through.
The short sword pierced through his chest, the boy had barely eaten, there was no resistance from him as Lunus was forced to look at him as blood spewed up from his moth onto his hands! Lunus stepping back as he let go of the sword. Horrified by what he had done to the other who was like him... Looking at him, there was realization in this moment as the boy’s body fell back slipping from the hold of the other two Bastards. The Leopard boy had stopped fighting after Lunus got the upper hand, he saw it in the long stare of his eyes. The look of his face was almost peaceful, a horrifying sadness and relief that Lunus never realized when thinking back to seeing his opponent alone before he stepped into the ring. Here was no excitement in him.
"Congratulations... You get to be one of Us Now! You get to be a Bastard." Deimos spoke as he tried to pet his head.
Hearing him say that felt unnatural, and something Lunus finally broke away.
"NO!!!" Lunus shouted as he turned and clawed Deimos' on his face! The Older Canine wencing back as the young wolf turned to him with tears in his eyes!
"NO! ...I Don't Want This!” Lunus shouted!
“YOU DON’T WANT WHAT NOW?! Huh, WHO DO YOU THINK THIS TRAINING WAS FOR BOY?! LISTEN TO ME! YOU THINK WE WERE TRAINING YOU TO BE A GLADIATOR!? NO! I CHOSE YOU BOY! YOU’RE A BASTARD! ONE OF US!”
NO!!! I Don’t WANT to Be YOU! I HATE YOU!!!" Lunus Said before recieveng a back handed smack from Deimos! All before the young wolf went inwith his fists and claws trying to fight back!
Only to be met with resistence he wasn’t prepared for.
"DAMN PUP! DON’T YOU GET IT!? THE STRONG OUTLIVE THE WEAK! IF YOUR NOT ONE OF US, THEN YOU BELONG IN THE PITS!" Deimos shouted.
Lunus watched his younger self lunging at Deimos, attacking him wildly, trying to wrestle him, only for the Adult canine to beat him down, yet each time he was able to tackle him and strike him, the other two guards were told not to interfere by Deimos as he began beating Lunus down in a display of experience Pride, Arrogance, and Dominance. No matter how much younger and passionate Lunus was, his youthful vigor could not outmatch the Intelligence and skill of his abusive teacher. His so called, father figure....
The only thing he remembered, was getting pinned to the ground, and getting punched in the face....over, and over, and over again.... till all he could see was blood in his face and feel himself go limp.
"I thought I raised You BETTER! MAYBE YOU’RE BETTER OFF DEAD LIKE THE REST!"
Anger grew and coursed through Lunus, his fists clenching as his mind flashed with repeated glimpse of the traumatic events of his youth! He would Claw out into the open air before his eyes would truly open to the heat and lack of breath in his chest! Waking from his sleep, his body cold, his eyes moist with the dried tears that crusted the fur under his eyes, forcing him to clean himself for a moment before he would rise fully.
He had to take some time, feeling the breeze of the forested Cliffs. He didn’t know what to think... It felt like his mind was struggling for answer to his problem. Yes, he was free. But those horrible memories kept coming back even as he fought to keep them at bay. Now they come in his dreams, forcing him to see the past again in all its uncomfortable reality.
Was he going insane? He knew he heard a voice for moment, but he had never heard it before. Not till now, yet he never clung to the belief in the Gods or Goddesses. He may have called out during his suffering. But to hear one speaking to him now made him feel as if it was just another form of torture. Here, near the mists of the cliffs, he wondered if he had been resting too long on his own.
“Never again…” he said as the lone cold chill of the misty air hardened his heart once more.
==========================================================================================================================
Story by me.
Once in a Blue Moon I get a chance to post the material I've been working on, inspiration is often. A finished pieces comes slow and out of long list of stuff I have left to finish.
Like Michelle's Story, Lunus' Story is still on-going. But Unlike her's, I tend to use Lunus for Rpes. And this Backstory is what colors his state of mind. While it ends on a bitter note, its only meant to reinforce his desire to remain free...and to hopefully never have to endure such a terrible life.
Though it seems no matter how hard we try, the pas rears its ugly head, and nothing ever seems to go as we intend.
"...You gonna lay there?!" That question came to him, a burning familiarity, the voice. It wasn't a goddess, nor an inviting question. It was someone he once knew, someone who came to him from long ago, an old dog with a missing eye, and a worn expression on his dirty face.
"..Stop crying. It’s not gonna help...only this will." he said as he tossed a rag to the ground, it plopped heavily in the dirt.
The Child took the rag, feeling its heaviness, its sharpness, as he unfolded it and found a knife inside.
"You already know where they sleep at night. You take that...and you use it!" he said to the child. "Or do you want to end up like your brothers and sisters?" he said before pointing over to the mass grave with stones piled high over it.
The Old Dog... How could he forget... The Dog in question was one of the Pit-Masters, a trainer and taker of lives, one of the *Bastards*...the people that take, orphan, and enslaved mutts like Lunus into being fighters, soldiers,...force them to be Gladiators. They were scruffy, rough, wore red sashes or head covers. They were the worst, they never saw the young in their possession as children. Lunus knew he was just here for sport. Maybe the other kids knew that, some had been around there for much longer, and it made them just as cruel.
But...this Pit-Master. this haggard, one-eyed Bastard who left a mark on him as his sheppard. His name was....
"....Deimos..." Lunus uttered in his thoughts as he stood up. Not just himself, but also the child, the little helpless pup that got beaten down by a bunch of bullies that he did nothing to.
"So you can stand. ...But, what's gonna keep them from knocking you down again!? ...You gonna Lay on your Back and let them Beat you again like they did today!?" Deimos growled as he stood over the young pup.
"I'll be watching Boy. I'll see what your answer is." he said before walking away, his name being called by one of the other Bastards.
He remembered that day. He remembered it well, looking down at the dirt...he didn't hesitate as he picked it up and scurried away with the rag and the blade...cleaning his bloodied nose and tear-filled face...before looking at the knife in his hand. It didn't take much effort for Lunus to understand what he needed to do.
And late in the night...he did exactly as Deimos told him too...but only to the One that bullied him! It wasn't without consequence.
He remembered well...but to see it so clearly from the outside, it was memory that burned. The worst part, was the fact that it was so easy. It scared him. The Death wasn’t the only scar left upon him. The Lashes in the early morning were a grim reminder.
Lunus' surroundings changed, time seemed to shift as he was being forced to remember everything, the Adult wolf feeling his back. Remembering well...sleeping in the hut, on the floor of a straw mat... his back sore and bleeding, the pain like hot venom running through him as he felt like he was paralyzed! He had to sleep there, Deimos taking care of him, lifting and taking him where-ever he went during those Three days of agony. Even though his back had healed, and his fur covered his scars, he could feel it even now. The heat…the pain, and the anger.
"No! NO More! Stop SHOWING ME THIS!!?" Lunus Yelled! But no one answered. Why would they!? They hadn't answered him then...Why should they answer him now.
He suddenly found himself outside in the wilderness away from the rest of the Bastards. Feeling that same cold breeze that made his bones stiff. Looking up by the campfire at Deimos as he looked back at him.
The One-eyed canine Deimos, tossing a scrap of food just within reach of Lunus. His adult self watching on. His mind laying him on his side as was forced to feel helpless in that state, something he couldn’t understand at first.
"I know you’re hungry Pup. I can see it in your eyes... You must hate me right now...but you’re hungry...You haven't ate since the whipping. But I know that you aren't dead...I know your beat up. But you are alive…
You wanna know how I know?! Because, that Bastard Yarl knew how to whip you! Your back isn't damaged too badly... You can still move... You were bleeding, but not enough to bleed-out and die! Your healing good, healing fast. But now...you gotta want to do one thing...survive, Pain... Pain hurts, it hurts in every way you can imagine, even down to your soul. But you see, it only lasts for so long, and then...its gone! You may feel weak, but you can move...I know you can. And if you want to eat...your gonna have to. Cause it’s already been three days for you." Deimos said before pausing as he got himself another piece of meat.
"You see... Long time ago, I watched one our prisoners starve to death...it was a test. We hounded him, night and day till he was good and perched above us in a tree. We sat there. Three long days and nights...no food, no water. He was up there...good and long for three to four days and nights...till he fell out of the tree and died. I told myself...if I was to ever to survive for three days. I would run, and I would do Anything to survive. Its been three days for you.... Its your last chance... You can die...or you can pick your worthless ass up...and survive." Deimos spoke before turning away from Lunus, denying him any help.
He remembered... That was the hardest thing he ever did. But he did it, Lunus watching...looking at his child-self claw his way over to the food to finally pick it up and eat it off the ground.
Lunus standing there before a Child forced to survive. The Adult Lunus silently watching over the boy, his youth. Shivering, he nearly thought he never walk again.
Night and day shifted, his mind remembering again as he was taken back to the dirt and earthen pit! The Arena, surrounded by wooded parapets that were 15 feet high and circled the pit, Lunus wasn't alone in the ring, as Deimos was there, the Young Wolf had grown to meet the old dog’s demands and was breathing hard. A scared look in his eyes as he clutched hold of a sword with both hands.
"C'mon! Try it Again!" the One-eyed wolf growled, sounding gruffer, less patient.
Lunus just stood there breathing....panting hard as he looked up at him "I...I-I can't!" he spoke out!
"You Can't What!?"
"...I...I.." the boy tried to speak up, only to be cut off as Deimos walks up to him, breath still in his lungs and not even tired out as he lifts his sword! "NO EXCUSES! FIGHT!" he Yells before slamming his blade down on Lunus, the boy managing to block, yet his assault did not cease!
Each swing of the Sword was met as Lunus was forced to block blow after blow, but was exhausted and scared for his life as Deimos did not stop! "I SAID FIGHT DAMN YOU!!!" he said before suddenly grabbing Lunus and kneeing the boy in his stomach before lifting throwing him down onto the dirt, the force of it knocking the Wind out of him as Deimos kneeled down and pointed his sword as his throat!
"Don't YOU EVER SAY YOU CAN'T PUP!!! YOU WILL DO AS COMMANDED AND FIGHT! AND YOU WILL LEARN! OTHERWISE YOU WILL DIE! DON'T MAKE ME REGRET TRAINING YOU!" he growled out to him before dropping Lunus.
"Remember this Lesson well! No Matter what, you will Fight! Against hunger, against all things that your Enemies see as a weakness! Getting tired is Not an Option! You will only be able to sleep when you are dead...or until your Enemies stop breathing." Deimos spoke as he readied Lunus for another round.
Day in...and day out, it was nothing but grueling pain, and for the most of it, Lunus was unhappy as Deimos beat him down just to build him up agai. The Bastards did this to all their potential students. But in Lunus' case, he wasn't to become one of them...he was to become a Gladiator. A glorified tool, back then...there were only two options.... Either you became a *Bastard* like them....or you become a Gladiator, and serve.
Seeing his younger self push his tired form off the dirt, Lunus clenched his fists... He knew this wasn't the worst part. No, the worst moment was coming, and he dreaded it. The fear and pain in his heart began to rise as he couldn't help but reflect on the moment that changed him.
The flash of Images of himself growing, Deimos encouraging him to hone his fury, to embrace his anger and violent self, so he could aim Lunus at beating down the other children of his age. And to do so mercilessly. The so called "guardians" looked on, cheering, shouting, giving drunken slures and curses as Lunus wrestled other young males to the dirt and was forced to beat them till they were bloody and bruised, to some extent, he enjoyed it. But never did he kill them...not like he had done to his bully. The feeling of winning was a new sensation that he couldn’t get enough of.
Getting up from the battered leopard youth at his feet, Lunus was about to leave, feeling proud of imself. Until a sword fell to his feet, and the long shadow of his guardian: Deimos, stood over him.
"...End him."
"W-What?!" Lunus smirked and said rather confused.
"You Heard Me! End Him!" Deimos growled before picking up the sword and putting it in his hands with all the seriousness of an arrow, breaking Lunus of his confidence and shaking him!
"Make it Stop. ....I-I don't want to see anymore. Please...." the Adult Lunus spoke, his voice...his once strong and monotoned voice was breaking up as he began crying tears for once. Tears that he had held back for so long, thinking he had dried up, as he pleaded to the Gods. "Please...No more..." he spoke.
In the back of his mind, Lunus had kept this memory closed, wanting to stop it...and for a moment, he fought...he fought so hard to keep it back. But for once, the Gods did not let him.
"You must break free from your pain. Let go..." an unknown voice, tone-less, echoed in his mind...
Before he knew it, Lunus was on his knees looking on as Deimos forced him to face the Leopard boy that he just fought against, his hand was forced to clasp hold of the sword by Deimos' strong hands! Pointing it at the Leopard, as two other males held up him. The Broken young male looking up at Lunus with such a pitiful face. They hardly knew each other...yet in that moment, Lunus felt a sense of sympathy for him, something that he couldn't reason with...but it was a feeling he hadn't felt in so long.
"No... No, this...This feels Wrong." he suddenly spoke as he saw the boy's eyes begin to tear up.
"SHUT UP AND DO IT! ARE YOU TRYING TO EMBARRASS ME!!?!" Deimos Shouted!
"No...Stop! STOP! THIS DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT!" Lunus said with a frighten look on his face he was trying to push back against Deimos!
"...Its okay."
The Leopard boy suddenly spoke. Making Lunus pause for a moment. Only for Deimos... to push the boy’s sword into stabbing him through.
The short sword pierced through his chest, the boy had barely eaten, there was no resistance from him as Lunus was forced to look at him as blood spewed up from his moth onto his hands! Lunus stepping back as he let go of the sword. Horrified by what he had done to the other who was like him... Looking at him, there was realization in this moment as the boy’s body fell back slipping from the hold of the other two Bastards. The Leopard boy had stopped fighting after Lunus got the upper hand, he saw it in the long stare of his eyes. The look of his face was almost peaceful, a horrifying sadness and relief that Lunus never realized when thinking back to seeing his opponent alone before he stepped into the ring. Here was no excitement in him.
"Congratulations... You get to be one of Us Now! You get to be a Bastard." Deimos spoke as he tried to pet his head.
Hearing him say that felt unnatural, and something Lunus finally broke away.
"NO!!!" Lunus shouted as he turned and clawed Deimos' on his face! The Older Canine wencing back as the young wolf turned to him with tears in his eyes!
"NO! ...I Don't Want This!” Lunus shouted!
“YOU DON’T WANT WHAT NOW?! Huh, WHO DO YOU THINK THIS TRAINING WAS FOR BOY?! LISTEN TO ME! YOU THINK WE WERE TRAINING YOU TO BE A GLADIATOR!? NO! I CHOSE YOU BOY! YOU’RE A BASTARD! ONE OF US!”
NO!!! I Don’t WANT to Be YOU! I HATE YOU!!!" Lunus Said before recieveng a back handed smack from Deimos! All before the young wolf went inwith his fists and claws trying to fight back!
Only to be met with resistence he wasn’t prepared for.
"DAMN PUP! DON’T YOU GET IT!? THE STRONG OUTLIVE THE WEAK! IF YOUR NOT ONE OF US, THEN YOU BELONG IN THE PITS!" Deimos shouted.
Lunus watched his younger self lunging at Deimos, attacking him wildly, trying to wrestle him, only for the Adult canine to beat him down, yet each time he was able to tackle him and strike him, the other two guards were told not to interfere by Deimos as he began beating Lunus down in a display of experience Pride, Arrogance, and Dominance. No matter how much younger and passionate Lunus was, his youthful vigor could not outmatch the Intelligence and skill of his abusive teacher. His so called, father figure....
The only thing he remembered, was getting pinned to the ground, and getting punched in the face....over, and over, and over again.... till all he could see was blood in his face and feel himself go limp.
"I thought I raised You BETTER! MAYBE YOU’RE BETTER OFF DEAD LIKE THE REST!"
Anger grew and coursed through Lunus, his fists clenching as his mind flashed with repeated glimpse of the traumatic events of his youth! He would Claw out into the open air before his eyes would truly open to the heat and lack of breath in his chest! Waking from his sleep, his body cold, his eyes moist with the dried tears that crusted the fur under his eyes, forcing him to clean himself for a moment before he would rise fully.
He had to take some time, feeling the breeze of the forested Cliffs. He didn’t know what to think... It felt like his mind was struggling for answer to his problem. Yes, he was free. But those horrible memories kept coming back even as he fought to keep them at bay. Now they come in his dreams, forcing him to see the past again in all its uncomfortable reality.
Was he going insane? He knew he heard a voice for moment, but he had never heard it before. Not till now, yet he never clung to the belief in the Gods or Goddesses. He may have called out during his suffering. But to hear one speaking to him now made him feel as if it was just another form of torture. Here, near the mists of the cliffs, he wondered if he had been resting too long on his own.
“Never again…” he said as the lone cold chill of the misty air hardened his heart once more.
==========================================================================================================================
Story by me.
Once in a Blue Moon I get a chance to post the material I've been working on, inspiration is often. A finished pieces comes slow and out of long list of stuff I have left to finish.
Like Michelle's Story, Lunus' Story is still on-going. But Unlike her's, I tend to use Lunus for Rpes. And this Backstory is what colors his state of mind. While it ends on a bitter note, its only meant to reinforce his desire to remain free...and to hopefully never have to endure such a terrible life.
Though it seems no matter how hard we try, the pas rears its ugly head, and nothing ever seems to go as we intend.
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 24.4 kB
Comments