Timestamp: 11th of Winter 513 AV
His back ached and his eyes were blind in the total darkness. With no fire to cast it's residual light over the room Shane was in complete darkness. All that he could see was what he could feel. He was laying on metal bars. The cage. He'd fell asleep in the cage with his new dog, Norman. Norman the Shadow Dog. Yes, he could feel the black beast's frame heave against him. Deep breaths. Norman was still sleeping.
Through careful recollection he attempted to manoeuvre his way out of the cage noiselessly. Bang! “Youch!” he cried as his fore head stuck the cusp of the opened frontend of the cage. The sudden, sharp pain brought a prick to his eyes. The dog's breathing seemed to stop for a moment. It's muscles went taut and then... A very wet, very cold object touched Shane's face and then said object sniffed.
“Morning, Norman.” Shane said with a smile of amusement petting the canine who's sheer blackness outlined him unnaturally in the dark. The dog blinked the tiredness out of it's eyes. Those big red eyes that shone like a beacon in the darkness. “I almost forgot you could see in the dark. What a power...” Shane told himself and the dog. For some reason it felt entirely natural for him to be having a conversation with a dog.
He slid himself out of the cage and stretched wide. “Aaaah! Pwooh!” He grunted and groaned as he stretched out his aching body. “I can't imagine how you managed all those days inside a cage. I'm sore all over.” He told the dog as he began to blindly fumble for the door. Peeking out he looked both ways along the corridor. Clear. He slid out of the room and crept up to one of the torch brackets that kept the hallway lit at all times. He snatched up the torch and crept back into his room. He carefully laid the torch down into his fireplace until he saw the tell-tale starting of a fire before he sneaked out to the corridor to replace the torch. Once returned to his now moderately lit room he breathed a sigh of relief. He'd never been caught pinching fire from the Knights before and, if he could manage it, he hoped he never would. Even the lowliest of rules and regulations were upheld strictly by those authoritarian punks.
“I wonder what time it is...” Shane asked himself as he went about combing his hair and straightening out his clothes so as to at least try and look presentable. “Want to go for a walk, Norman? I'll buy you something tasty.”
The dog gave him a puzzled look. “Come here.” Shane said picking up the collar he had got from Aggard and walking toward the doge bending down over him. Norman didn't seem to mind letting Shane put on his collar.
“Alright, let's go.” Shane told the dog. He checked himself over once more before opening the door. A black blur shot out of it, turned and disappeared down the corridor. Shane jumped, looked left and right down the corridor before chasing off after the blur. “Norman! Come back!”
His back ached and his eyes were blind in the total darkness. With no fire to cast it's residual light over the room Shane was in complete darkness. All that he could see was what he could feel. He was laying on metal bars. The cage. He'd fell asleep in the cage with his new dog, Norman. Norman the Shadow Dog. Yes, he could feel the black beast's frame heave against him. Deep breaths. Norman was still sleeping.
Through careful recollection he attempted to manoeuvre his way out of the cage noiselessly. Bang! “Youch!” he cried as his fore head stuck the cusp of the opened frontend of the cage. The sudden, sharp pain brought a prick to his eyes. The dog's breathing seemed to stop for a moment. It's muscles went taut and then... A very wet, very cold object touched Shane's face and then said object sniffed.
“Morning, Norman.” Shane said with a smile of amusement petting the canine who's sheer blackness outlined him unnaturally in the dark. The dog blinked the tiredness out of it's eyes. Those big red eyes that shone like a beacon in the darkness. “I almost forgot you could see in the dark. What a power...” Shane told himself and the dog. For some reason it felt entirely natural for him to be having a conversation with a dog.
He slid himself out of the cage and stretched wide. “Aaaah! Pwooh!” He grunted and groaned as he stretched out his aching body. “I can't imagine how you managed all those days inside a cage. I'm sore all over.” He told the dog as he began to blindly fumble for the door. Peeking out he looked both ways along the corridor. Clear. He slid out of the room and crept up to one of the torch brackets that kept the hallway lit at all times. He snatched up the torch and crept back into his room. He carefully laid the torch down into his fireplace until he saw the tell-tale starting of a fire before he sneaked out to the corridor to replace the torch. Once returned to his now moderately lit room he breathed a sigh of relief. He'd never been caught pinching fire from the Knights before and, if he could manage it, he hoped he never would. Even the lowliest of rules and regulations were upheld strictly by those authoritarian punks.
“I wonder what time it is...” Shane asked himself as he went about combing his hair and straightening out his clothes so as to at least try and look presentable. “Want to go for a walk, Norman? I'll buy you something tasty.”
The dog gave him a puzzled look. “Come here.” Shane said picking up the collar he had got from Aggard and walking toward the doge bending down over him. Norman didn't seem to mind letting Shane put on his collar.
“Alright, let's go.” Shane told the dog. He checked himself over once more before opening the door. A black blur shot out of it, turned and disappeared down the corridor. Shane jumped, looked left and right down the corridor before chasing off after the blur. “Norman! Come back!”
Credit to Skerry
