that light on a hill [o] Jan 11, 2013 7:33:30 GMT -5
Post by MASON STARK on Jan 11, 2013 7:33:30 GMT -5
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In the vast and barren celebi field, there lied a zero on top of a lonely hill. His maroon eyes were closed as he took the moment to relax as a cool breeze brushed at his dark locks, sending them to and fro as a slight chill went down his spine. Ultimately, however, he was quite content with where he was now. As content as a man like him could be anyway. The question was, however, why of all places was he here alone?
A good question the man himself would leave unanswered. But to put it simply, the Houndour was running away from home for a bit. It was a normal occurrence. Every once in a while, his dear partner could be too much to handle and he'd take the liberty of running off for a bit to calm himself down before he could do anything stupid. Or he simply didn't want to anger Willhelm further and risk some sort of punishment that would surely be involved for a bad pet. But that part was to be kept a secret. He certainly didn't want people underestimating him just because he was controlled and lived as if he were some house pet. One that of course got into some 'dog fights' here and there but a pet nonetheless. He sighed at the thought, opening his eyes to look up to the darkening sky. He supposed he'd have to head home soon. Before his trainer decided to pester him. Though then again, perhaps he was finally starting to care less what happened to his dog now. The idea actually bothered him a bit, which in turn caused him to scoff. Why the hell should he care what that bastard thought about him? Or what anybody thought of him for that matter.
Whatever... Thinking about it didn't help him relax at all. The embers he formed were particularly hotter than normal because of his rage. He snapped his fingers and like a match, a small flame hovered over his hand, illuminating the area around him a bit as it continued to darken as the day began to turn to night, or more specifically, his domain. Yes, he particularly enjoyed night, being the dark type that he was. It made him feel a sense of safety and peace that he couldn't even begin to describe, let alone understand. Perhaps that was another reason he had escaped out here. It was a perfect place to enjoy the moment without risking being interrupted by anyone.
He hadn't considered the fact that causing such a light could gather anyone's attention, nor did he even think anyone else would actually be around these field's so late. For this reason, he was quite oblivious to the world around him, his eyes dully focused on the flame as he decided to try and figure out his next move.