The pit | I fell in the pit

For days now he had been here, and the lion's grip on his mind was as stalwart as ever. In the blackened recess of his brain, Remi had curled in on himself. The world was a blur and his place in it seemed fragmented and frustrated by all that had happened. He remembered the mud. Remembered the sweetness of his mother's face and the blackness in the words she'd spoken to him. He remembered sinking and letting the predator take over. Remembered his mothers blood in his mouth (and how good it had tasted) and how he had wanted more, more, more. He remembered making his way home and fighting quite literally to get a hold of himself what that poor stupid man had interrupted him. He remembered the terror and the smell of fear. He remembered fighting Ronin. And then there had been the pit. As a hawk Remi could have flown out easily, but as a lion he was well and truly caged here. All it would take was the predator relinquishing its hold on Remi's mind, but it wasn't quite ready to do that just eat. Even as exhaustion and hunger frayed the lion's senses, still it held on. The pit was gauged up and down the sides with claw marks and a seemingly incessant stream of roars peeled upwards at all hours, seemingly communicating the same thing. Fuck you. I'm here now. remi roar