For whatever reason he was alive, which was hardly a good sign. There was a hum and he knew they must be electrified should he test their limits. He tried his legs and felt the shackles and chains on each of his limbs. There was a brief intake of breath by his captor but they did not show themselves. He lifted his arms, but couldn't and felt the heft of shackles and heard the clink of steel. Rustling behind him told him his captor was there. A bright red light filled his vision and then there was nothing. Was he fooling himself, just paranoid with the entire city hunting he and his clan? He took a defensive stance and waited as the night breeze drifted past. A shadow moving at the corner of his blurred vision alerted him out of his reverie. That blessed night of uninhibited bliss that he shared with only one other. And then there was the memory of that night that intoxicated him with happiness and agony. Her kindness and intelligence were a constant play on his mind and affections. He watched the never silent city from his perch, his eyes blurred as her scent came to him from memory. He drew a deep breath and caught an updraft to the top of a deserted rooftop. Those thoughts of Elisa which were forbidden and saddening. It was his time to think without interruptions and slip into that corner of his mind where none could intrude. Alone on the night winds, Goliath relished the solitude.
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