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    -elijah


    His visibility was reduced to near nothing, and he found it excruciatingly difficult to breathe. It was damp, it was dank, it was terrifyingly dark. It was like a medieval dungeon, but he knew for a fact what it was in the midst of the inky blackness: a laboratory. A personal lab, at that. Tightened, choking leather strapped him and successfully immobilized him, and whenever he opened his mouth to make any noise, only silence followed.


    Where the hell are you? I know you're here, you sick son of a bitch! You deceiving bastard! His light brown hues flickered back and forth, his apprehension and rage growing simultaneously. He knew what was going to happen and who would do it. It was someone he hated with a burning passion. But this time he wasn't bothering to show his face. Bentley swallowed nervously, pulling at his bindings once more. Just as before, he could not be freed. He was simply too weak, too small. That's just what you are. Weak, spineless, minute. But it's not Tox that'll kill you, or some AntiClanner. It's yourself.


    And now he could just barely make out the outline of a massive, looming figure hovering just above him, feeling its hot breath over his face. A massive obsidian black shape with eyes of the fires of Hell would stand before him, it seemed, awaiting to strike. Saliva dripped onto the canine's muzzle, and he shook his cranium back and forth to relieve himself of the feeling. The great demonic beast let out a ferocious screech, letting its massive build drop onto the trapped corgi, and finally he could scream.

    His eyelids fluttered open just as his shape hit the ground of his dwelling, slamming his black nose to the floor. Benny extended a (fortunately mobile and free) forepaw to subconsciously rub at his aching muzzle, releasing a soft groan. Surely his shout had echoed throughout his room, perhaps into the hallways. He hoped the latter was not true. That would just be embarrassing.


    The canine instinctly trotted over to the little container of spring water he kept in his dwelling, letting the cool, refreshing liquid run down his throat and relieve him just a tad before licking his lips. His dreadful fear began to sink as he let himself realize that he was in his new home, the Frontier. He took an immediate liking to the territory and their grand camp, that sprawling, beautiful castle. Slowly Benny opened the entrance to his room, which was never fully closed due to the fact that often he couldn't reach the door handle to unlock it again, and peered into the hallway. He could tell that it was very late into the night, but he was sure that the sun was close to rising very soon.


    The corgi slid out of the room, his body no longer trembling as it initially had, and began to pad along the corridors curiously, staring in awe at the marvelous architecture of the castle. Yes, perhaps a quiet walk in safety would suffice. Already he began to feel a little bit better.

    Elijah and sleep didn't really get along. Through the average night, at most, he might sleep a rough six hours. At least, he didn't sleep at all. Typically, he'd be granted three or four hours, and as it happened he had just woken up from this lacking rest and was patrolling the castle in search of something to occupy himself with. He often felt alone in these late hours of the night, empty, cold, nervous, so it was important that he find some means of distraction, lest he be left to anxiety's ice-bound talons.

    The echo of a shout reached his ears and he flinched, pelt standing on end. He was used to the castle's creaks and groans, the lamenting of the wind as it drafted through little cracks and holes in the architecture, but never had he heard someone cry out in the dead of night like this. The voice wasn't one he knew off of the top of his head, either. Paws tingling, he hastened to a trot, hurrying onward to find the source and the reason behind the noise.

    He turned the corner just as Bentley wandered into the hall. A frown creasing his features, he followed after the corgi, jogging to catch up.

    "Uh, h-hey."

    He matched his pace with Bentley's, stepping along cautiously at his side. "Um... I heard a shout from your room, uh, I just... Is everything alright?"

    -tags-

    Bentley was often conflicted about the night, for going to sleep meant a chance of a dream. Most of the time, these dreams were truly nightmares that would travel into reality as it had tonight, sending true fear into him and making him feel so small and trapped and worthless. And if he didn't sleep, he would only stare at the dancing shadows he could just vaguely make out in the darkness and ponder about decisions made before. He was alone—nothing to learn about or occupy his time, not enough light to study or read, no one to talk to and enjoy their presence. He yearned for friends above all and made attempts to find them, but he considered it a fact that no one cared enough about some skittish, nightmare-having corgi to spend the night with him.


    The small canine stiffened at the sound of approaching pawsteps, and he struggled not to let out a surprised shout and take off running through the hallways of the castle to evade whoever (or whatever) dared to trail after him in the night. Alas, it wasn't some beast or an old enemy; it was just the Ethiopian wolf that had greeted him on the borders of the Frontier. Instantly Benny's muscles began to relax, and he let his breathing regulate itself as he looked back at the other male. "I'm okay. Just...a bad dream, I suppose," he replied lamely, not all too eager to repeat his nightmare so willingly. "Elijah, right?"

    //whos a lazy ho??? kaju's a lazy ho


    Elijah noted Bentley's nervousness and sighed softly, doing his best to keep his own demeanour relaxed. He was known to be a bit sensitive, adapting to the mood of any given area he was in or person he was talking to, anxious when they were anxious, flustered when they were flustered. He never took himself for an empath, but then, he had never spent enough time around people to be aware of any people skills he had. He had barred himself off completely throughout his youth, from everyone and everything, and only recently had he taken off the locks. He was relieved to see Bentley quickly ease up and flicked his tail, waiting to hear the corgi's explanation.

    Nightmares, huh? They weren't something that had ever plagued Elijah. He was usually too exhausted to dream, and he was alright with that. Better no dreams than bad dreams. He understood, though, and he cast Bentley a concerned frown. "I gotcha. Glad you're okay," he offered, looking away as he shuffled his forepaws. "Yeah, I'm Elijah." Elijah didn't return the question - he never forgot a name, so he didn't need to ask for confirmation. It was just a waste of time.

    Looking off down the hall, the wolf let out a soft sigh. "Well, since you're up, uh... Wanna hang for a bit?" Chances are, the other male was eager for a method of distraction from the dream, and the least Elijah could do was offer it. Plus, Elijah was itching for some company himself, so it was a win-win. "I mean, it's alright if you don't wanna. D-don't feel pressured, y'know."

    -tags-

    //honestly same


    Bentley often worried he either came off as overly skittish or too cold at all the wrong times. It was his upbringing to blame, as well as events prior to joining the Frontier. This was evident multiple times since his arrival, but he never paid it much thought until after he succumbed to the comfort of his quarters to reflect upon the day. His time to himself was often bittersweet; he valued the soothing silence sometimes, but other times it was the loudest thing he could ever hear. There was nothing to blind you from the harsh reality of one's existence and mistakes. They were true demons, coming to haunt you when you least expected it. Which is why he preferred to be out and about, to run from the beasts that seek to devour him.


    Such chances were correct, for the reasons stated, and he could let himself breathe out a soft sigh of contentment and relief for once. Elijah seemed like a decent person, and it wouldn't hurt to get to know a Clanmate a little better. Especially one that was walking about in the midst of darkness; that, he found strange, but he knew better than to judge night owls. In a sense, he was one himself. "That'd be fine." The corgi temporarily quickened his pace to match the Ethiopian wolf's, padding alongside the other male on the smooth surface of the hallway's floor. "Any particular reason you're awake...?" Benny inquired softly and reluctantly, not looking to meet the canine's tropical orange gaze just yet.