Hopeless and Crowned (Anima)

[leormon]

This was, fortunately, not the worst day Leormon had endured here. No, that had been when he had been hustled to the real world and stuck in the glass display cage for random humans to gawk at until he was practically hallucinating the feeling of his claws in their flesh, ripping and tearing them apart if only so that they would leave him alone.

Not the worst day, but the tedium was almost as infuriating as the rage of being penned up and shown off had been. He wanted to do something - an act of violence, of defiance, anything. As long as it showed that they couldn't think of him as a trapped weakling -

But this way of thinking led him nowhere. He was stuck, and would probably be until some human decided to take him as a pet. Even the very thought of it made his fur bristle with static. Earlier, he had entertained notions of escape; wild, brilliant plans that would have worked exceedingly well if he could have just gotten out of the cage. But no one was stupid enough to give him a chance, and he was left curled up and fuming, energy running in circles and only making him more tense and snappish.

"Someone put me out of my misery," he muttered now, one blue eye open and gazing sullenly through the bars. "Or at least say something..." It would give him something to complain about, after all!

((Fff, this is like the crappiest post ever and I'm sorry. ))

[pawnchessmonblack]

<sub>There wasn't really any best or worst days here. No, as the sun went up and down, it all seemed the same for the PawnChessmon. Rows of scarred lines on the floor of her cage were her only record of how many days she had been stuck in this miserable cage. Even then, she could never be too sure. Most of the time under this tent, the only view outside was through the door that only opened when a human entered or exited.

Being trapped here, always under the scrutiny of customers whom she didn't feel any desire to impress, was the least of her problems here. She had no will to go anywhere. She'd either be released when someone bought her, and then she'd be doomed to do some human's bidding for the rest of her life, or she'd escape and simply have no where to go.

Outside or in a cage, she was lonely either way. Her own Kingdom thought little more of her than every other PawnChessmon and hadn't even noticed that she had been left injured on the battlefield. They didn't need her, and that was a painful reality for the young machine digimon.

The silence that sapped at the atmosphere like an evil mosquito, was suddenly broken as the Leormon grumbled at them all. "Out of your misery? Sure. You bite me, I'll stab you." She replied sarcastically. Well, death sure was one way out of this. Still, she couldn't imagine turning her own spear on herself. "'Something'" The soft chuckle that followed was short, and hollow. Even if it did slightly raise her spirits to joke, she was still miserable. Far too miserable.</sub>