Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
His brow creases as Crevan mutters to himself, staring at him. Had he been like that when he had been spit out of the dark caves? Probably. More than likely. The one eyed stallion tries to not be judgmental, knowing that this boy had probably been put through the ringer. Forcing himself to remember the pain and fear. The colt hesitantly bumps his small muzzle against his own, a long lost greeting that he has never forgotten. Taking in the musky wolf-like scent the colt exudes and filing it away.
Slowly the wolf-colt starts to explain the place he had been, what had happened to him. He nods thoughtfully, worry in the depth of his remaining eye. What could this mean? Had Carnage returned? It sounded vaguely familiar, the unsaid words lingering in his own head. For had Carnage not broken him apart, had he not killed him with that icicle and brought him back to life? Forged anew.
The colt seems to come and go, half in reality and half still wherever he has been spat out from. Had he been in the Underneath place? Ledger hesitates, unsure if that’s what that cavern could be called. ”I’m not sure Crevan…” Another long pause, wrestling within himself to withdraw the memories he tries so hard to forget. ”I remember fighting creatures and my own trials I thought I would not survive.” The long claw marks over the empty socket a cruel reminder of his time with the Dark God. ”I remember being taken into a cave… There were others locked in cages… Caught by a Dark God for his amusement.” He falls silent, unable to go into detail of what he had seen, what he had done to escape. Wondering if the shifting he had seen earlier had anything to do with that dark cavern, if Carnage had returned.
Ledger