08-13-2015, 07:11 PM
You do care
Time had passed. Winter had faded into spring and then spring had bounced right into summer. The sun was hot on his body, but he didn't seem to care. His body was still skeletal, with ribs and shoulders, hip bones, and his vertebrae all seeming to try to escape from his fur. His winter coat, what had tried to grow in, was still there, random ragged patches of fur that added even more to his unkempt appearance. His eyes were still dull, still empty and his head hung low.
All of what he had been before was gone.
His mind was empty, with the exception of his master, whom he thought about constantly. Always wondering what he was plotting, what monsters might crash through that brush to his left. Or even worse who he might have once known that would come walking towards him, brushing his lips....no. They were gone. All of them. He was gone. He would never see them again except for here when his master wanted to torture him. He had long ago learned to stop thinking, to just take everything as it came. He had learned to forget, learned to shut his mind off, except for the pleasure of his master.
That he learned, that he never forgot. Arzhur wondered now how long his master would keep him here, how long this torture would go on. He had been stuck for a month or two before, at least it had seemed like a month. Nothing more than a few minutes had passed really. Zurry had used to fight, used to try to remember everything he could, so he would never forget. But the pain, god it had hurt. His mind had fractured. His soul was ripped. His heart was so broken he was afraid he would never remember what it felt like to actually feel.
Or at least once he had worried. Once he had cared. Now he was pleasantly numb. His lips touched the grasses here and there as he moved, never staying still too long. His eyes looked, his ears twitched, and he was wary of what might happen, of what his master might send his way. He finally stilled for a moment, beneath the shade of a tree. It wasn't safe, but his body was tired. He leaned against it, the bark biting into his skin and his breath coming from his body in a quiet whoosh, while his eyes closed momentarily. He would catch just a few minutes of sleep before he moved on again.
All of what he had been before was gone.
His mind was empty, with the exception of his master, whom he thought about constantly. Always wondering what he was plotting, what monsters might crash through that brush to his left. Or even worse who he might have once known that would come walking towards him, brushing his lips....no. They were gone. All of them. He was gone. He would never see them again except for here when his master wanted to torture him. He had long ago learned to stop thinking, to just take everything as it came. He had learned to forget, learned to shut his mind off, except for the pleasure of his master.
That he learned, that he never forgot. Arzhur wondered now how long his master would keep him here, how long this torture would go on. He had been stuck for a month or two before, at least it had seemed like a month. Nothing more than a few minutes had passed really. Zurry had used to fight, used to try to remember everything he could, so he would never forget. But the pain, god it had hurt. His mind had fractured. His soul was ripped. His heart was so broken he was afraid he would never remember what it felt like to actually feel.
Or at least once he had worried. Once he had cared. Now he was pleasantly numb. His lips touched the grasses here and there as he moved, never staying still too long. His eyes looked, his ears twitched, and he was wary of what might happen, of what his master might send his way. He finally stilled for a moment, beneath the shade of a tree. It wasn't safe, but his body was tired. He leaned against it, the bark biting into his skin and his breath coming from his body in a quiet whoosh, while his eyes closed momentarily. He would catch just a few minutes of sleep before he moved on again.
You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
Arzhur