[It's the change in sounds that he picks up first. There's shouting and yelling in a way that doesn't read familiar. It isn't like the crowds that circle the fenced ring nor is it the orders shouted by men as they handled the fighters, forcing them into cells and cages alike. It's akin to panic. Something is going terribly wrong. He doesn't know if it's good or bad for everyone contained, but he can tell that everyone was also waiting with bated breath.
The next change he notes is the smells. Something mixed into the wet must of blood, sweat, and grime. It's something more fresh and sweet, but not like the stench of strong perfumes. It touches upon memories from long ago. Sun and bright skies. Of the outside.
Eventually, the chaos seems to settle, but the new scent comes closer. Eventually, the Maison Gardiennage start filing into all the rooms with holding cells filled with fighters and slaves alike. Some cower as far back as possible and other bare their teeth and growl, knowing nothing else but to retaliate by trying to protect oneself. He's no better, also baring sharp canines as he clenches his teeth. The darkness feels a little suffocating like this, even as personnel line up in front of his holding cell. People he can't see nor can he even guess what they look like.
It's been a long time coming. It was the largest underground ring and it being busted was huge news. Many aristocrats and those of the elite had found entertainment in these concrete walls. The blind man crouched low with a growl in his throat and muzzle tightly fitted around his face was the most popular fighter amongst the others in the cages. Cerberus.]
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The next change he notes is the smells. Something mixed into the wet must of blood, sweat, and grime. It's something more fresh and sweet, but not like the stench of strong perfumes. It touches upon memories from long ago. Sun and bright skies. Of the outside.
Eventually, the chaos seems to settle, but the new scent comes closer. Eventually, the Maison Gardiennage start filing into all the rooms with holding cells filled with fighters and slaves alike. Some cower as far back as possible and other bare their teeth and growl, knowing nothing else but to retaliate by trying to protect oneself. He's no better, also baring sharp canines as he clenches his teeth. The darkness feels a little suffocating like this, even as personnel line up in front of his holding cell. People he can't see nor can he even guess what they look like.
It's been a long time coming. It was the largest underground ring and it being busted was huge news. Many aristocrats and those of the elite had found entertainment in these concrete walls. The blind man crouched low with a growl in his throat and muzzle tightly fitted around his face was the most popular fighter amongst the others in the cages. Cerberus.]