Haunted Wood the devils of truth steal the souls of the free

The dragon was sleeping soundly. It was about time too! He had spent hours upon hours shouting, pacing, clawing at walls, just causing a general ruckus in the pit. Orochi didn't care who witnessed him or whether or not they were pleased with his antics. Escape was the only goal on his mind, and by god he would do so sooner or later.

Of course his attempts were physically taxing and a young boy could only be active for so long. As the last rays of light were swallowed by the horizon, he succumbed to exhaustion.

...

Whack!

A blow to the head was enough to awaken the child and boy was he angry. Hey! His eyes bounced around the pit and landed on his silver cell mate. What's your problem? Why I oughta- As he got up and began to make his way towards Revui, he stumbled upon a hunk of scraps. Of course he was happy to see some food (as little as it may be) but the way it had been given to him was irritating. Orochi grunted before grabbing the meat and turining his back towards the man.

Before he could even get a bite, he heard rocks fall into the lair. Had another Nightwalker come to torment him? Orochi had turned his head just in time to see that little brat shove someone forward.