Thread: Tunnels under the Dome (OPEN)

It had been a while since Frey last awoke before the crack of dawn. Spending the a good part of the early morning beside his beloved hound, the pair looked out across the flattened land of the Ice Dome. Though they were inside a dome, the world was large and vast, at least to Frey it was. The city was located in the center and all around it was ice, snow, and the bitter cold. Fixated on the sunrise before him, the green-eyed beau knew that today would prove to be a good day - a day worth remembering. Though he knew not the reason for the feeling in this stomach, he did know that he was glad he had awoken to feast his eyes on such a glorious display of colors. Marvel and awe stayed on his face for quite some time, vanishing only when a cold nose was pressed to the neck.

"Oh, Siku." The lad hummed while reaching an arm out to brush the year old wolf. "Whatever am I going to do with you?" Burying his face into the warm fur, he felt some of the ice around his heart melt. Siku the wolf was the only one that could paint a smile on Frey's face - a sincere smile.

Pushing himself up from the frozen tundra, he shoved his hands back into his pockets. Deerskin boots kept his toes warm and his feet from getting wet. They were a bit darker than usual, as they were rubbed with animal blubber to keep them sealed. Those boots of his went up past his ankles some where a nice layer of fur rimmed them. From there, black jeans with a layer of insulation finished off his lower-half look. To accessorize, he clipped a chain around his belt look and had it swing into his pocket. More often than not, he secured his switchblade to that chain to ensure it was on him at all times. As far as his top layers went, Frey wore a lot. He had a sleeveless black shirt closest to his skin. A layer out was a green shirt that mimicked the color of his eyes. From there, he had a large jacket with a feather-rimmed hood. Around his ears were earmuffs that he really departed with. Why, he even slept with them.

Frey's lips moved but not a word was uttered from his mouth. Mouthing something, a whistling sound soon filled the air. The canine at his side immediately picked his head to the sky and let out a low, baritone howl. Together, they would back to the city, singing all the way.

Deep within the dwellings of the Ruler's icy castle, a member of the Shadow people was pacing outside of what appeared to be a worn out - rotten curtain which had been stained to a sickening crimson color. Tension filled the already thick atmosphere about the castle. It was always like that here. Always reeking of fear and death. Many who were unfortunate enough to find themselves here, knew that whatever lay beyond the black, icy gates, would surely lead to their death or something so horrible and unimaginable that they would have wished they had been sentenced to death in the first place.

This was the home of a monster. This was the home of soren, the Ruler.

Soren sat impatiently on his great white throne. The designs and marks were from the tattoos on the skin of all the people he had defeated. Yes, he was a sick and twisted monster, and he loved that the people thought of him as exactly that. The corner of his lips would always twist into that cruel, merciless smile. That was the sign that your time here was over. It gave him pleasure to know that he was the one everyone feared. He as the one who was on every single person's mind.

He glanced up from where he had been looking, which was down at his loyal pet, saphier. She had been by his side and was the only living thing that he could almost trust with his life. You could even say that she was precious to him, something no one in all of the ice dome knew about.

As he raised his head, he found himself looking upon an elderly man with a ridiculously frightened look upon his face. As if that weren't enough, his whole body was shaking like he was having a seizure. Soren finally decided to "put him out of his misery." As he did to many others.

"Old man! You have been sentenced to death for trying to steal from out most valuable markets. This crime is unacceptable." With that said, Soren got up off his throne, nodding to the head of the shadow people, which had been a gesture that they had his permission to carry out with the sentence. As he walked away, the shadow people closed in on the old man, his screams were of pain and agony. The sound Soren had learned to love - crave even,

Satisfied, Soren called to his pet Saphier, as they walked down the long shadowy hallway.