Tsubakyun {Servamp x OC}

Isolation of a Fox

I'd been alone.
My life was spent inside a cage like room. I often heard people refer to it as a shrine.
It was comfortable, I don't have the audacity to call it a prison, as the treatment I received was not that of a prisoner, it was just lonesome. I have lost count of the time I have spent in here.

10; 20; 30; 50 years?

It's all the same in the end, a number will not change the fact that eternity in this room has seeped into my bones. I acknowledge that. There is no reason to resent those who keep me here, they provide me with all I need, Food and water. Though, I've always longed for something more, this candle lit cage I was kept in never satisfied me.

I pitied those that had been around me for sometime. I watched as they grew from innocent faced children to men that had age etched into their skin. I knew I was different, I discovered that after my first steward died.

Many years had passed, and it grew difficult for me to watch Zenya support herself with a stick.
   'Is that what happens when you age? I wonder when I will age...'

Her fragile hands attempted to grip around the bars of the open side of my room, it seemed difficult for her to completely grasp the tiny bar, her fingers shook softly as she moved her hands around them. I stared at the fragile creature before me, was this emotion pity for her or sadness as I knew what was going to happen after this encounter?
   "You had never been one to talk." She struggled to smile, her age forced her eyes closed as a small grin formed. Studying her face I noticed the changes, the wrinkles that covered her entire body, skin that sagged slightly, and movement that was no longer swift and refined.
   'Ah, I'm beginning to not understand myself..'
Clutching my kimono I shuffled my feet politely underneath myself. My ears twitched slightly as her voice croaked,
   "I wish I could have touched you once...out of the many times I have come to see you, you have only spoken a few elegant words. I cannot remember your voice.. Though, I'm sure it hasn't aged slightly, as you still look refined as always." I released my grasp and attempted to iron my kimono with my hands, raising one I made a short symbol. The loud crack of the lock breaking echoed through, refusing to meet eyes with Zenya I continued ironing with my fingers. The small footsteps she made as she entered were pitiful, they were no longer the steps that once had energy.

I had met the vampire called 'Who is Coming' a few years after that. I do not know if that is his real name, for that is all he told me. I did not speak back to the man who carried the aura of heavy melancholy.

It had been some time since then, the man who called himself 'Who is Coming' never came like his name implied, I had made up my mind. I was going to find the man I was infatuated with.