Maxamoose has a minion!

Sokar the Nightstare

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Maxamoose was a fighter. No one expected anything more from him than win after win in the underground fight pits. He was born there, in the stale cages behind the benches where intoxicated men bet (and often lost) their money on the fighters. His first smells into this world were the stench of rotting flesh and uncleaned cages.

His mother died right after giving birth to him. She was able to glance for one fleeting moment on her dark, scruffy pup before the lights went out of her eyes forever. She was alive just long enough to wish for a better life than this for her boy. It was a long time before this wish could be fulfilled.

Crysal the lain had accidentally flown into the caverns. It was storming outside and she meant to find the nearest shelter. Unfortunately, it turned out this place was worse than the storm. Her bright feathers stood out alongside the gloom and darkness of this dreadful place. Just as she was about to venture back out and take her chances with the lightning, she heard a heartbreaking cry, so faint, that she had to strain to hear it a second time. Behind her, locked in a pen, was a large Telenine. She was not breathing, and there was blood everywhere. That made Crysal wonder where that small cry came from. As she looked, she saw something very small move underneath the large animal's paw. That is when she met Maxamoose for the first time.

Crysal sensed the urgency of the situation and without much thought of her own safety, flew out into the storm. She knew there was a barn up ahead and flew madly in that direction. She raced inside and as luck would have it, there was a small bucket of goat milk sitting right inside the door. She strained her wings to be able to lift the heavy bucket off the ground and struggled back to the starving pup.

She flew inside and set the pail beside the cage. She scooped up some milk into her beak and squeezed through the rusted bars. As Max drank the life saving milk, Crysal knew she would have to stay around for this poor guy to even have a shot at life.

Max grew up to be strong and determined. The owners taught him how to fight and kill on command. They taught him obedience, as he soon learned that only winners get to eat. Disobedience meant peril and most likely death. Life in the pits was brutal, but he was lucky he was still alive to be there at all.

Crysal was his only ray of hope. Everyday she came to him to cheer him up and stitch up his wounds. She would sometimes bring small amounts of food that she would find on her way there. Perhaps a small loaf of bread or the occasional piece of discarded meat. Max always thanked her as she looked over him with concern every day.

The injuries were getting worse, since his opponents were getting tougher. The owners were getting more ruthless as well, placing razor blades in the collars of the dogs so that when he went for the fatal bite of their neck, his face would get cut to ribbons. Some owners had even went as far as to implant nails in the dogs mouths so when they bit their opponent it would cause more damage. Crysal was getting more and more worried about his well being, but Maxamoose just played it off like it was no big deal. He hated to see his only friend worry so.

Then, one day his luck changed. After another win in the pit, a drunk man staggered up to the owner and accused him of cheating. Soon, a fight ensued, and then a full scale riot. The cave was set on fire. Max struggled against his chains, pulling and pulling until his neck started to bleed. The cuts were getting deeper but he had to free himself or get engulfed by the flames. Harder and harder he struggled, but they didn't seem to loosen.

Just when he had given up and resolved himself to die in this dreadful place, he saw something fluttering through the smoke. Faintly at first, and then more defined. The bright colors were unmistakable as his dear friend Crysal drew near. After a while, he could see she had something in her talons. The key! She had a hard time placing the key into the lock and turning it's rusty gears, but Max heard the faint click of the lock and then the loud bang of his shackles as they hit the stone floor.

After that, Max ran, and he still hasn't stopped to look back.

"The Wolf"
By Rancid

I didn't trust him, 'cause he smiled at me first
Just like the wolf before he bites me
And I didn't go there, I swear that it was cursed
Just as if it was to despite me

I saw some better days, from Beijing to Hunter Place
A portrait of the sum of the last couple years
See I lost an image, an image of chaos
All I've ever known is isolation and pain?
I'm on the verge of losing everything, every single day
In all this deadly drama you know I see myself fall
I've been confusing
A lost canyon
Consuming it all

I didn't trust him, cause he smiled at me first
Just like the wolf before he bites me
And I didn't go there, I swear that it was cursed
Just as if it was to despite me

So I may be antisocial and shy, and yo I found myself a job
But I journey and complain, through incredible odds
Its the simple things i guess, a delicate balance
I never really thought I could make it all happen
Now the anarchist kid gives a fuck about you
I stood up every single time I fell

It's just you
It's just you
Consuming it all

I didn't trust him, cause he smiled at me first
Just like the wolf before he bites me
And I didn't go there, I swear that it was cursed
Just as if it was to despite them

I didn't trust him, cause he smiled at me first
Just like the wolf before he bites me
And I didn't go there, I swear that it was cursed
Just as if it was to despite me