The first time he awoke, he was surrounded by darkness, and some sort of den that he couldn't escape from. And he was alone. He could smell something strong, almost like urine, but sharper, more acidic; and he understood nothing of what happened to him there, other than the fact that he was given something that looked like food, but he didn't want it, and often had sharp jabs and stings that made him dreary. He awoke at times with an odd, clear tube attached to his leg, which he would have ripped off had he not had something odd over his muzzle and an even more unusual appliance around his neck that made it impossible for him to turn his head properly. He did not like it. He had no name for it, but he did not like it. He was ashamed of it, whatever it was.
When he finally saw daylight, and an opening, he ran. Out into the wilderness, and he kept running, without looking back; he hadn't looked back since then. The burly male continued on, through a wilderness that was completely different than the one he was used too. It was lush and green, and warmer than he expected; his dense, heavy coat became a hindrance to him, so he had to slow his pace. He hoped he would acclimatize, and shed out his winter coat faster, but it wasn't like he could simply re-program his body.
He lost track of how many days it was that he had travelled for, on his own- but no landmarks looked familar; the plant life was different, as were the stars above him. All he knew, now, was that he was far from home, and he hated it. He knew exactly what had happened, and though it was something he'd grown up with, he absolutely loathed the fact that he had been chosen. He had been reaped. He was being tested by the Gods; but how could they have been so cruel to someone who had done nothing wrong?
Under the starlit sky, he tilted his head back and finally, in exhasperation, he cried out. A loud, bearlike growl of anger and frustration as he released his fury. How dare they test him; how dare they take him away. It wasn't his place to question the gods- but at a moment like that, he had nothing else left to do.
When he finally saw daylight, and an opening, he ran. Out into the wilderness, and he kept running, without looking back; he hadn't looked back since then. The burly male continued on, through a wilderness that was completely different than the one he was used too. It was lush and green, and warmer than he expected; his dense, heavy coat became a hindrance to him, so he had to slow his pace. He hoped he would acclimatize, and shed out his winter coat faster, but it wasn't like he could simply re-program his body.
He lost track of how many days it was that he had travelled for, on his own- but no landmarks looked familar; the plant life was different, as were the stars above him. All he knew, now, was that he was far from home, and he hated it. He knew exactly what had happened, and though it was something he'd grown up with, he absolutely loathed the fact that he had been chosen. He had been reaped. He was being tested by the Gods; but how could they have been so cruel to someone who had done nothing wrong?
Under the starlit sky, he tilted his head back and finally, in exhasperation, he cried out. A loud, bearlike growl of anger and frustration as he released his fury. How dare they test him; how dare they take him away. It wasn't his place to question the gods- but at a moment like that, he had nothing else left to do.
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