A A M O N

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Giveaway: 2nd place, @wanderingshade

Full res. here.

He didn’t know how many days had passed, or even weeks. The demon still looked behind him every now and then. Thinking the one who had taken him was right behind him. Shivering each time as he finds himself hiding in the shadows. Looking all around him, seeing the other creatures that grazed calmly. Greeting each other and not minding the demon that prowled quietly in the shadows. 

Zannerik used to be fearsome, used to pounce at anything, and kill with pleasure. But now he was just a harmless creature. A pathetic one that shrinks back in fear at every sound. Even cautious, he was still hungry. He had to hunt or find something that would keep his energy up. If not, who knows when his captor might show up and take him back. Hurting him even more, or slowly killing him. The thought was unsettling for Zannerik to think about. He had to keep going and fast. 

The demon crouched low, his heavy tail swishing back and forth as he sniffed the ground. Smelling blood and followed it. Keeping an eye out, pausing every now and then when he heard a sound. Movements still low and quiet until he was closer to a corpse of an animal. His stomach growling from the days he went without eating. Mouth salivating as his jaw opened, leaning down to chomp on the meant that was left behind. The little bits of meat were enough for him. Licking at his lips, he searched to wash down the blood and meat down. Slowly walking over to a pond nearby, he lapped at the water. Drinking as much as he could before he started coughing. Gasping for air before he calmed down. Going in to drink more, he then saw his reflection. Seeing how tired and worn he was. The scars that littered his face and under his eyes. There was dirt in his hair and dried blood still around the base of his horns. 

Over the next hour Aamon had dug into his meal. Devouring a large portion of it in minimal time, and effort with the help of his thick long claws and tusks. The creature was not at all embarrassed from his lack of etiquette as he chewed on a leg like a drumstick from a chicken, and his face mimicking a child who found a basket of berries. However, something did make him cease his chewing and reluctantly place the limb down. One ear of his twitched, the gold hooped earring in it jingling in unison with a twig snapping.  Something was watching him from nearby. Probably wanting to claim his kill. 

That didn’t sit well at all with Aamon. The beast rose up on his hind legs, making himself look a lot bigger. He tipped his nose to the sky trying to catch a scent in the breeze. One, two, three sniffs in and he’d picked up something. The treeline north of him. It was there, and it knew that it was caught, because in the next second Aamon heard rustling in the foliage and trees as birds scattered from the stranger jumping away through their branches. Aamon huffed, somewhat amused that the stalker had decided to flee. Bad news for them, Aamon loved a good chase. In the blink of an eye Aamon had crouched to all four and sprinted after them, leaving his kill behind along with some of his tracks.

The sun no longer shone directly on Aamon as he made his way back to his spot. Empty handed sadly. He chased that stranger for a while through the trees but because this part of the forest was so densely thick, it was easier for his prey to get away due to his agility and familiarity of his surroundings. Aamon was new to this place, just like all the other places before him. Plus, he was just too big for some of the turns the stranger was taking. Ashamed to admit, he did end up running into a few trees here and there. It didn’t hurt too much given the fact that they wouldn’t stop him in his tracks completely. They would just snap and bend until some broke under his weight, but did evidently slow him down. Too much that he’d lost track of the stalker. 

Nevermind him; Aamon figured to leave it, thinking he chased them out far enough and decided to just return to his short term base. A rest was needed after today’s chase. Both the boar and this stalker. 

The creature paused for a moment. Another new, but faint, scent lingering in the air. One that was coming from the direction he was headed in. What now, he wondered. Quietly he approached the treeline he was in, looking out to where his half eaten meal was. Only to see that the boar wasn’t the only body there. Another figure, small compared to him, sitting at the edge of the pond. Hm. By the looks of the tail and features, it wasn’t human. Well, whoever or whatever it was, he wasn’t in the mood to be challenged. He just wanted to relax and rest to move on again the following day. 

Pushing caution aside, Aamon stepped out from the blanket of shadows the trees had made. 

His crimson skin glowing from the sun highlighting every crease of muscle on his body, and every scratch and scar. Though his hair was dirty from the lack of a proper wash, when strands of it shifted with every step he took, and the sun hit it just right, it would shine and put even the whitest flower to shame. 

As if to answer his questions, several figures appeared. Sensing their excitement to find their prey was found. Vladimir merely stood there when the creature fell into slumber. Tired from the battle but if the noble wasn’t around, surely these soldiers would have easily gotten to it. 

Ridding his calm and sweet nature, his eyes blazed with fury being interrupted. Forcing a smile back onto his lips as he sauntered to be between the large creature and the Noxian soldiers. A quick glance to see if the other wasn’t truly dead as he listened closely to the steady beat of its heart. 

He shifted at the sensation then stirred.

With a tired groan he cracked an eye open, then the other. Though a nuisance, the blurred vision was still present, but this time it was retreating. Where was he? Before he could even get a grasp of his surroundings, he was quickly brought back to that familiar touch again. He shifted his focus to it, a small gasp reaching his ears as he turned to his arm. 

Another human.

The younger man had quickly dropped the appendage he had been treating and scurried back, shocked and undoubtedly scared that the beast had woken up. From what he’d been told, he should’ve been out for a while longer, but now the thing has awoken and he wasn’t sure what kind of temper it had.

Just the mere sight and smell of the human was enough to snap Aamon back to reality. Everything came flooding back, and the beast was not going to stick around longer to find out the where, what, who, and why. He just wanted one thing, and that was to get out. 

With a huff he tried pushing himself up, but felt a yank at his limbs, forcing him to stay low to the stone cold ground. The sound of chains rattled within his ears as he noticed braces cuffed around his hands and feet. The human could see how this uncomfortable situation could explode easily if this thing began to panic,

“P-please, you mustn’t-” he gasped, covering his ears as a loud belting roar came from the chained demon. Not good. He needed to get Lord Vladimir, but he couldn’t move! That roar not only shook the walls around them, but also shook him to his very soul. His body was stunned with fear no matter how hard he tried to move his legs. He could only watch as the beast pulled and yanked at the chains, breaking his bindings with such ease that made the servant realize that he was never really safe to begin with. That he could’ve been killed at any moment. His mouth hung open as his breaths became sporadic. The idea of being eaten by this thing was a whole other fear he didn’t know he had. A nightmare that he couldn’t wake up from. Those golden eyes burning into his very own.