* chains rasp with every movement the foul creature makes ; one eye brilliant and molten gold , the other pale , sickly yellow in comparison and effectively blind and USELESS . the towering stature of the hound seems almost impossible — chains wrapped around wrists and ankles , his throat , connecting to the muzzle placed so inhumanly against his face . but the chains have snapped and blood has smeared across sickly alabaster flesh , eyes peering out distantly as the mutt brushes past , seemingly the very definition of tired in this beaten state *