[wren]

@woly
Writers block. Excuse me darlin!

Domino sat expectantly. The silence was slowly getting to them, the little whispers working their way into their head slowly. Creeping up on them every moment they hadn't put up walls to guard themselves. Their fathers past seemed over shadowing in everything they did, each choice was taken and judged according to the damadge done by their father. Lowering their head to rasp their tongue over their chest they noticed a speckle of blood on their paw. A slender trickle of Crimson down between their pads onto the sand. Recalling the incident of earlier today when they had mis placed a step and pricked their paw upon a thorn. Leaning down they again repeated the process in cleaning their fur, ridding it of the crimson stain. Than again lifting their head and assuming their previous posture. Eager and waiting for their trainer to appear, since being appointed domino was prepared to surrender the burdens of their fathers actions to dedicate themselves to serving the dusk syndicate fully.
Or perhaps following along in onyx's steps was always apparent in plans of action, wether or not domino was prepared mentally to take a step in such a direction. The idea of killing something living was still somthing to closely comprehend yet when considered with other options a thrilling life of deception seemed far more riveting than serving a syndicate that broke their heritage and stole away their father. The small kit expressed a grunt when recalling the memories and multiple stories that had been impressed upon them from a young age. Flicking an ear in frustration they dismissed the thoughts with the wave of their tail before settling their hackles and focusing on the entrance to the clearing. Whoever their trainer was appeared to be late, or perhaps they had arived too early? Where they even training today? Whatever. No matter what they would wait until they couldn't stand it anymore.