INSOMNIA [o, meditation]

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    ANAKIN SKYWALKER

    Anakin is a cyborg barbary lion. An artificial lion-gorilla hybrid, robotic legs and arms allow him to walk upright and use his hands. At his full height, he is fourteen feet tall. A former Dark Lord of the Sith, former Supreme Leader of the First Order, former Windclan Advisor. He wears the axe of Rick Grimes, a knife from Judith, the eye patch of Bill Cipher on his belt. Sometimes followed by Ivan (a polar bear.)
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    He's said "Yes, Master." 33,267 times in his life. He's managed to avoid having to say it here, as an omega, but they hadn't forced him to kneel and thank them for his existence yet, either.


    It was dusk, and Anakin took out his small bottle of water, dripping it onto the sand outside the Omega den.


    It's disheartening. He hasn't had much chance to talk to Tena, he wanted to believe that she would help him escape, but what if she betrayed him too?


    He grumbled, ducking his head inside to enter the den and laying down in his usual spot.

    This was why he hated this inability to sleep- what else was he supposed to do for the next few hours? He rolled, inspecting his exposed hands, then stretching out and pretending to be asleep.


    He had initially believed that freedom was never having to call someone Master, and Obi-wan tried to explain how calling him Master was different than back home and Anakin would have none of it.


    Then he freed himself, again- but Ekkreth was enslaved still. Anakin had to kneel to a new master and even after destroying Depur he still was a slave. Permanently tethered to his suit and now captured, here.


    His gaze traveled to the cubs he arrived with. Protect them. Protect his package. That's just.... what he had to do. He huffed, closing his eyes and shifting positions. He breathed slowly, beginning to slip into meditation.


    Yellow eyes, intent with hatred and roaring. Master? 33,268. Old habits die in vain.

    Sometimes that's all he saw- and it scared some unknown part of him when his vision would pull away to reveal the owner of the eyes, but it was always unclear and changing, sometimes the dead, sometimes himself, sometimes someone he loved. The faces and the roars melded, and sometimes he swore he saw Luke, angry and on a spree. That terrified him most- the image of his son with the same eyes of the emperor and if he had nightmares that's what would haunt him- and a purple flash of energy. He never understood the purple, but it put an end to things and he could thank it that much.


    His eyes reopened, and he sighed, estimating only a few minutes had passed, then moved, trying to resume meditation.


    He doesn't deal with captured creatures. That was never his job, and he honestly wasn't the type to beat anyone up unless they deserved it. Plus, he never captured Anakin, so the lion hybrid belonged to another. The cougar had been watching the omega curiously. He wasn't doing anything - just sitting there, and it was interesting. Michael knew nothing of meditation other than that some dude just sits and reached enlightenment or whatever the hell. Again - he knew jack shit. This was new to him, and he couldn't help when he strode forward towards the man. "What uh - what are you doing?" he asks.


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    *:･ﾟ✦ TRASH N. PENDRAGON GRIMM
    —— this quicksand, it pulls me underneath her *:･ﾟ✦



    Unfortunately, Trash hadn't gotten his chance to get a hand on Anakin when he had brought him home for a little party of sorts due to everyone accusing him of abusing children. Sure, he had taken that ArcadianClan kid and left her a nasty scar but that was nothing, he'd just scared her a little. What he did when she was an adult was much, much worse. Not that the hellhound was about to get his licks in now, but it was the first thoughts that came to mind when he spotted the mangled lion doing that deep thinking that Trash had never even dreamed of attempting. With stuffied collie-mix in tow, he shuffled over and took a seat. Maxine would be set between his paws with the utmost care before turning unblinking tiffany blue eyes on Mike and Anakin, giving Michael a friendly albiet awkward nod before his jaws would part to tack onto the other Bloodclanner's question, "Trying to wish yourself home?" Followinf his statement would be a bout of laughter suppressed to snickers, though a snort would slip out here and there. Once he calmed, he patted Maxine on the head, "I know, hilarious, huh Maxine?"

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