In the Days of Old...

[Jespeon]

Let's go back to war and violence,

It had been years since he'd been down here. Decades even. Not since Amira had sent him to scope out the majority of Erymire before she graced it with her presence. The Umbreon-Houndoom hybrid would have looked quite odd on a lot of continents, or it would have at least been ridiculed and most likely prohibited from exploring of its own free will. Erymire was different though, it accepted hybrids of all kinds, and Zeelo had been allowed to traverse the land with next to no opposition.

Bright red eyes scanned the ground that would have been completely shrouded in darkness had it not been for the glowing yellow rings scattered across the hybrid's body. They lit up a good few feet all around him, enough to make the passage through these tunnels a lot easier, not to mention safer.

He wasn't entirely sure why he was here. It might sound like on odd thing, but Zeelo had simply been wandering for the past few days, escaping the world he thought he understood in a mad attempt to let nature do the explaining. And these journeys has led him here, with no more clarity than before he'd left. With a light sigh, he sat back on his haunches, tipping his head back until the Houndoom horns brushed his back, and stayed like that for a good few minutes, eyes closed, at peace with the world.

Sort of. He hadn't been truly at peace since... well, since when? When he was with Amira? He didn't remember anything before that. The world had been so simple with her; it was just following orders to the letter, the thought of disobedience never even crossing his mind. The perfect little soldier. Everything had made sense as there was nothing to question. But then Amira vanished, leaving the Horde and all its minions in a state of, shall we say, political unrest. Until Chancol arrived, keeping Zeelo as his second in command, giving him a similar amount of responsibility as Amira had. Not the same though, Zeelo was Amira's right hand 'mon for every tiny little thing, whilst Chancol only used him for matters relating to the Horde. Quite right really when he started to think about it. But that was the problem, wasn't it? Thinking. He'd never had to think for himself before that. He wasn't incapable of it, of course not, it was just an unusual freedom. Chancol's whole reign led to a lot of freedom for Zeelo, so was he, maybe, at peace then? But, no, how could he have been, he was constantly at war with himself as he tried to learn live from scratch. He was an adult by that point, not the 'mature pup' who Amira had brought in. And adulthood brought... Luna... well that's an entirely new story. Luna was all he'd ever wanted, but it was so difficult to convince the soldier part of his brain that he was allowed to let her in.

And that left him here, in the middle of the Underground Tunnels, wandering lonely as the proverbial cloud. He was happy with Luna, he was, he loved her. But now that they had separated from Chancol and the Horde (made possible because Zeelo was never shadowed; he was a very willing volunteer and it didn't seem necessary), and he had no-one to take orders from, he was having quite the internal crisis. It would settle, things always did. He just wished it would hurry itself up!

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I'm so tired of peace and silence.