Post by saboteur on Feb 28, 2008 0:52:26 GMT -5
Aeris paced unhappily on the end of his short chain. What was the point in chaining him anyway? It wasn't like he was going to escape. Citrine was probably dead already without him, or taken by some other master. I would know if she was dead though. I could feel it. He scratched at the too-tight collar around his neck. Those masters who brought me here must think I put up a good fight. The chain's bolted to the rock. He huffed and lay down. It wasn't the captivity that got to him, it was the monotony. He was going out of his mind with boredom.