Study Break! Welcome to Antarctica, door way to hell!! Meh, Echidna and Typhon are borrowed from Greek legend and, believe it or not, they are Cerberious's spawn. (Yeah, scary thought.) ...This one's a little uninspired...midterms have eaten my brains, so i hold the right to edit this at a latter date.
He hadn't whimpered, he was no dog to do so, even as the heavy flail came down again again, until even he had lost track of how many times the sudden sting scorched across his back. The snow crunched underfoot, protesting at the sudden compression. Blue eyes flickered in the dark, electric and reflective as the falling snow against the moon's iridescent waves. Quiet stones whistled with the winds, the ancient statues of cherubic angels faceless from both time's erosion and the night's fall. He found them almost as hideous as the withered stone gargoyles that guarded the entrance to this place. Almost as pathetic in their eternal quest to guide the lost souls they were erected in monument to.
He hated this place. It wasn't because he feared it. Fear simply wasn't the issue, because there was very little-if any thing-that scared him. He just simply didn't care for the place. It was that simple. Not fear, no his hatred-or rather-disgust of this place was more a thing of quiet understanding.
The metal chains banged against his legs, seeking to pull him down, as he pushed on through the drifting flurries. The wide arching gates lay ahead of him, the ends to a means of his existence, or so it would seem. There were others who solidly believed in the old proverb about old dogs and new tricks. The scorches on his back had long since healed, but he was of three minds about that. The fact he was in accord with him self about this place at all was something of an unusual occurrence.
Stumbling he nearly fell to his knees. Were his wounds still fresh he would not have risen. It was of his breed to be loyal, but even blind dogs could bite. Raising his chin, he saw the gates still waited as did years and years of obligations. Rising he lurched on ward, unwell yet firm in his contract to those who held his leash.
The moon had barely traversed the starless sky-who ever heard of stars in hell? They were a think of hope, though he though he might like to see them one day, though he wasn't sure if that was what he really thought or not. Sighing, he drew closer to the gate. The Cyclops waited, thick gnarled chains in hand, leering too the ugly bastard.
The mental shackles clicked together with resounding finality. And as the cold restraints circled his deadened flesh he couldn't help but wonder what the pups were up to. Echidna and Typhon were sure to raise havoc until the master ordered their subsequent destruction. A part of him already mourned his loss, the other part was indifferent, obscenely dedicated to his master even now as the Cyclops left, snickering. The laughter made him want to snap femurs and lap up the bone marrow.
The wind blew again, carrying the finality of his sentence with it. Raising his voices to the sky, Cerberus howled, screaming to the sky. It was his only freedom left, for now. There were masters and then there were masters. He could wait, abiding his punishment. Rumor had it the emperor was at hand, that he was to rise soon. When that time came, he would find himself a demon's best friend and then some in his servant so long as the leash was loosed. It was only a matter of time, of time and patience. He would run free again. Until then, the rotting stone angels would have a new member in their wilted garden.