Shinji(True), Temple Gate, Ryuudou Temple
The first dawn of the Second Holy Grail War begins, the sun rising on a tragedy about to unfold. Some Masters had perhaps summoned their servants in the previous hours- others, perhaps, were getting to it just now. But there was no doubt. The Holy Grail War had begun in earnest.
Though the dog does not understand anything of this, it instinctively knew that the end of Fall is approaching. It is a small breed, so it cannot fight for itself- a beagle Zouken had brought all the way from London.
This world is cold and dark. Those are the only thoughts 'he' can have. It had nearly been a week. A full, whole week. Since 'that' had occurred. Since a simple door being opened had changed everything.
A week of hunger.
A week of begging.
A week of cold.
A week of beatings.
A week of reality.
Yes. Certainly this cold, strange city was 'reality'. In the end, he had playfully left the Zouken estate to explore the world around him. Shinji was a growing boy, after all. His youthful vigor could still be seen in his eyes even now, despite his dirty and unclean hair. Mange and unclean- those are the words the people of this city had taken to calling him. Still, he was alive. The harbor had been easy source of fish at first, but the dock workers had nearly beaten him to death after a few days of cat and mouse.
After that, he left the docks well alone.
Even now, some seaweed and grease were knotted in the top of his head. The last few days, he had made use of the temples charity. The monks inhabiting it were particularly kind, leaving meals and drinks for him outside the gate. As a result, he had taken to laying outside of it growling and feigning attacks on anyone who may threaten his temporary home. The monks were not pleased about this, and unknown to him had plans to shoo him away.
Rarely though, a few passersby's had been kind enough to give him food, despite his almost rabid demeanor. A funny man with the face and 'feeling' of an animal like him, a kind old man who smelled of spice- they had all been lights to him like his old master had been.
Ahhhhhh, what a time that had been. Though his master had scared him at first, he had gotten past his fundamental inhumanity and learned to love him with a loyalty few could ever match. But that man had left weeks ago.
...Shortly after, the city had started to 'feel funny'. It was difficult for him to go back to his own home, to find his own bearings. But that must be put aside for now. 'Presences' that felt funny and smelled fundamentally wrong were both fast approaching up the temple stairs.
He took a proud stance in front of the Temple Gates. The Monks had not woken up yet, and likely did not hear his loud barks. He growled, ready to pounce whoever decided to attack his temporary home.
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