The door was a tiny little thing, made for little scurrying creatures of soft flesh and splintery little bones to hide behind.
Hide they did. The magicks around the door were familiar, the same as the kind that had bound him for who knew how long. He'd been bound before, but that magick had worn away and he'd been free, and then he'd been bound again, mind and will as shackled as his body.
It lay in the collar. Little scurrying creatures had put it on him when he was young, and weak, but though the collar had remained, the magic had faded, and he had become strong, and old.
Then one of them had come along, after a long, long time, and revived the faded magic. But he was old and strong now, and the magic was no longer as strong as him, and he was free once more.
He wanted to stay free, and he knew where the fragile little things that had kept him tethered stayed.
Claws battered at the door. He could feel them beyond it, strong ones, ones that weren't as fragile as he was used to, but that only made it all the more important to destroy them. They didn't feel like humans, and their ilk, they felt like things much older, and much darker, though not as old as himself.
The magic of the door flared, and it began to open, and he raised his talons to swipe at whatever came out.
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Date: 2016-07-01 01:06 am (UTC)Hide they did. The magicks around the door were familiar, the same as the kind that had bound him for who knew how long. He'd been bound before, but that magick had worn away and he'd been free, and then he'd been bound again, mind and will as shackled as his body.
It lay in the collar. Little scurrying creatures had put it on him when he was young, and weak, but though the collar had remained, the magic had faded, and he had become strong, and old.
Then one of them had come along, after a long, long time, and revived the faded magic. But he was old and strong now, and the magic was no longer as strong as him, and he was free once more.
He wanted to stay free, and he knew where the fragile little things that had kept him tethered stayed.
Claws battered at the door. He could feel them beyond it, strong ones, ones that weren't as fragile as he was used to, but that only made it all the more important to destroy them. They didn't feel like humans, and their ilk, they felt like things much older, and much darker, though not as old as himself.
The magic of the door flared, and it began to open, and he raised his talons to swipe at whatever came out.