[[Darker Days]] - Closed rp with anarchest
It was dark... and it was quiet. The broken remains of what had once been a small house sat tucked away, the door off it's hinges, the windows all broken. The house had once been quaint, a small family might have once called it home... But years in the war had seen it fall apart, burnt scars crawling up the old wood where a spell had nearly taken the entire thing to ground.
Here the Taguel was hidden away. The old bed that lay in back room was rotting, unable to support the weight of a body on it any longer, let alone that of a married couple that had once called it their own... But the space beneath it was once a hideaway for a child, a retreat that the last of a race had used to escape the world around him. In his teen years he could no longer fit beneath the frame, so instead, the rabbit sat cowered in the corner among the dusty ripped tomes that lay scattered on the floor, his knees pulled to his chest, his forehead resting buried from sight. He was like a child following the rules that if he couldn't see the world, the world couldn't see him. He always came back to his childhood home when he was having a breakdown, the comfort in memory of the house that his father had raised him in always able to somewhat console him as he broke.
Long lacerations filled his arms, robe burn stood out against tanned skin where fur didn't quite cover his ankles and wrists. The Taguel was shaking, barely able to keep back the sobs that were threatening to break forth as his chest only continued to tighten with every moment that passed. When the sound of cracking wood filled his ears he froze, his head snapping from his knees to stare at the old dilapidated door that hung off it's hinges, his dark eyes staring, waiting for the faces of the hunters he had only barely managed to escape from to appear, his chest raising and falling only faster as hyperventilation threatened to take over.
