<span style="font-style: italic">Trapped! All he saw was darkness, all he felt were solid surfaces all around him slowly closing in on him. He gasped for breath but none came to him, his head flailing around trying to find a pocket of air to breath. His limbs which still retained some of the muscle he had lost over the months struggled and writhed against the sarcophagus of darkness he found himself trapped in, the small space was horrifying and brought out every inch of claustrophobia that he had in him. Many sounds and smells overwhelmed him scents of blood and screams of pain. The mishapen faces of his family strewn across the floor, flowing over his mind like wildfire. he very blackness that surrounded him seemed to be crushing him. It was unbearable as his sense began to overload from it all. *what is this?! Hell!?!* he struggled and writhed in suffocation and fear. His pupils dilating, his stained and greasy orange fur rubbed up against whatever surface he was struggling against. Then it all was swept away. The crushing force trying to kill him, the memories of his dead family were pushed from his mind. His body was thin and dehydrated, but still retained some of its strength and girth. Using it he raised himself from the floor. *What... What was that?* he looked up to see a tower, decrepit, dying. He felt however that it held an undying attraction to it. As though it exuded some ethereal whisps of energy that called to him. He walked toward it, as he drew closer to it the ruins of the spire became a great deal more easy to distinguish, the rust and earth laying claim to its aged exterior it was crumpled and failing apart but some force kept it together. Like a corpse it seemed rotten,but not dead. It called for him, it needed him, even though he didn't know why he kept going. So he walked onward, it grew larger while he felt increasingly smaller, he felt daunted by its colossal size. He began to have second thoughts, turning away. However all around him, except for the tower. So he did not stop. Finally Argust drew near a gate of some kind. A door that entered the gargantuan construct that stood before him. He took a deep breath he swallowed, he feeling a tremble rumble through his legs and then up the his spine over all his body he placed his paws orange black paws on the ruff surface of the wood the door was carved from, he then pushed and the door gave way, slowly, creaking though open blinding him with great white light.<br/></span><br/><br/>Feeling his ears striped twitch felidly, he licked his lips as he still felt a great desiccation upon his flesh, parched he craved for water to appease his thirst. A tremor shook his body beneath that as his body felt a famine as well. He wished he could return to the dream, escape these feelings of pain and hunger. However he realised through it all that he was no longer on the ground in dirt but in a soft bed, silk and rich sheets lay under him. The smell of delicious food and sweet incenses, his would have watered if he had any saliva to spare, however the rest of his body started to react strangely. He felt something else burried deep under all the other feelings arise. However his body trembled from malnourishment and pain. He felt he was not long for this world, but where was he now? How did he get here? What was going on? "Death! you evade me again da-" He coughed as his dry throat burned. It was in this time when his head shook that his yellow cat-like eyes happened upon the other figure in the room. He recognised the silhouette from before, especially its more... feminine *is this the being that I compared to the shadow of death?* he stared in awe for a moment at the voluptuous beauty of the creature. However he noticed the color of its eyes and knew of its kind immediately "Daemon!" his rasped cry of anger burned his throat even more now and he fell into another fit of coughs.