Bane rubbed his arm, anxiety wearing his body down. He shook his head and whispered. “I don’t have the guts.” He couldn’t face his father. It pained him to know the large hound approached quickly. “No, you don’t have a choice in the matter. Darkness will push its way through protections. There will always be a balance” The hound muttered, pulling on the hilt of his sword. With the flick of his hand, a blade of solid shadow formed. Bane watched the treeline, listening for any discrepancies that alerted the enemy approached. The low, snotty growling continued, and Bane could spot two red eyes. “No matter how safe you think you are, it is never enough. They will always find me. Dark could not be kept at bay when I attract it.” He mumbled.
The hound stared at the eyes for a few. The shadows produced by the forest were grueling, almost sickening. Something presented a cold and uninviting presence. The eyes glowed redder as they crept closer. Bane was on edge. His shoulders tensed, and the grip on his sword tightened. A figure stepped forward, shadows wafting off of him. He carried a glare and nonexistent smile. This new hound had sharp features, black shaggy hair, and amber eyes. A small mark of a crescent moon with an arrow through it populated his left cheek. He was tall, around 6’7 and heavily scarred. It was clear, this figure was Bane’s father, Cerberus, for he resembled the hound closely.
Cerberus laughed at the readiness of the elf and his son. “Just so you know, I am not here to forgive the traitor. I am here to kill him.” With the wave of his hand, shadows formed around it, creating a broadsword. “However, I suppose we could talk this out, elf” He spat.
(Sorry! Been a bit swamped)
Bane was wrong, and Arcturus knew it, but the young Hound was hard to argue with. 'Balance' didn't mean light and dark in equal measure. It meant day an night but even the night is lit by moonlight. And the Elves had largely maintained that in Mirkwood. The recent incursion of the workers of darkness was unfortunate, but to say 'there is no choice' was both fatalistic and false.
However, that Bane attracted the dark? Of that, the Elf was sure.
Arcturus glared at Bane's father, before lashing out with the mist. The tendrils slammed the Hound back through the trees, and out of the small glade Arcturus and Bane had been resting in. Arcturus immediately pursued him, not waiting for his enemy to recover.
"Why talk when you're not going to listen?" he whispered, his voice a sibilant hiss.
(You're good!)
Bane bit his tongue. He wanted this nightmare to be over. He didn’t want to be a source of evil. Bane wanted to move on with his life. Upon seeing his father, he whimpered. This hound, once upon a time, had Bane wrapped around his thumb. He had beaten and manipulated the moldable hound. Bane had come out victorious, but with ridicule and death threats in return. He wasn’t ready to fight this monster, and Arcturus probably knew it. However, he needed to stand up and fight. He needed to fight for his cause, for his healing. Cowering in a corner wouldn’t help anyone.
Cerberus hissed at the elf, the mist burning his skin. It seared sizable burns on him. He slammed into a tree, groaning from the impact. Cerberus quickly got to his feet, noting Arcturus had pursued. And so did Bane. Cursing under his breath, Cerberus laughed. “Why listen when you protect a traitorous monster?” The alpha hound growled, eyeing his son. Bane would die one way or another.
(hey friend. no telling if you'll see this or not, but I'm going to have to drop this. I've lost the plot :/ I'm sorry about that, but I've also not been super active anyway. My apologies)
