Post by Keagan on Feb 2, 2013 14:09:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 497px; height: 700px; background-image:url(http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q243/cdvs/keagantable.png)] It had been a long time since Keagan had been in such a dark, cold place. Though, had it really been that long? It was a bit saddening to think that at that point he could hardly keep track of the days, the moons, the years. The retro couldn't truly say how long he had been already kept in the Menagerie as he knew some called it. He personally gave it no name. The lands deserved no true name, but he tolerated it. But, that was not what concerned him at the moment. Breathing hard, his nostrils flaring as he laid awkwardly on his side, the red deer retromorph simply stared up at the dark stone cover of his cell. The rotting, sour smells that filled the room was sickening and made him sick to his stomach. Keagan had been here before when he had first been brought to this wretched land. The stags and does of Man that lived here had shown him no kindness then or now. They looked as he did when in his own Man shape, but they were cold and heartless. During his earlier years before he had been captured and taken from his beloved herd, he had believed that the stags and does of Man were similar to his own kind. When he had spent days amongst them, he had saw the stags of Man courting their does and some had fawns of their own. He had thought that they had truly shared something, but now he could hardly say such a thing. Perhaps Man were different in other lands, but the ones that kept him here were nothing of the sort. They had stuck him with sharp metal tools when he had arrived and they had done the same now. But, he knew not what they had done to them. For the time being, his large form felt numb and limp. He couldn't will his muscles to move and it frightened him. He couldn't truly see what was around him, either. He saw only the pale ceiling that hovered above him and something that looks like thick, metal sticks that sunk into the ceiling's surface. Keagan was held in similar accommodations before, but he couldn't remember it being so dark. Perhaps it had been and he had simply done what he could to force the memory out of his mind. Regardless of whether he remembered it or not, he was still there. As he continued to lay there, he gradually began to feel a pain in his back as his senses slowly returned. With a sort of strangled grunt, the red deer tried to move his head, breathing heavily as he found it to be fairly difficult, his legs weakly beginning to lash out blindly for some sort of hold to help him stand. |