InsaneJournal

WHO: The Huntsman and Open!
WHAT: Wandering the train, observing, exploring and looking for meat for Wolf.
WHERE: The corridors between Car 11 and the back dining car, finally the back dining car
WHEN: Sunday evening
WARNINGS: None expected
STATUS: Open/Ongoing

The room in which he had found himself was small and cramped, and the motion of the train had been making him feel a little ill. He'd never liked small spaces, and had always been glad he'd never felt the need to leave Storybrooke - the idea of hours stuck on a plane or train (or even a car, for that matter) had never been the least bit appealing, even before his memories had returned and made everything clear.

And now...

Well, the best he could say was that at least now his heart wasn't caged. Watching Wolf pace the room with increasing agitation had only increased his own restlessness and after a few hours, he had suddenly stood and stalked out of the tiny room, Wolf at his heels. The conversations he had on the device (his time in Storybrooke had at least taught him how to use technology, which was proving to be incredibly convenient) had left him ill at ease - especially the one he had with Regina. Her Majesty. The evil bitch witch. He was free now, yes, but her words and accusations still haunted him - especially when she had implied that he had come to her out of some desire of his own. That he had wanted to be with her. He had never wanted to be with her. Sometimes there had been physical desire. Passion. But mostly it had been a strange pull, a need, an ache, an emptiness that she had convinced him could be filled by her.

But it never had been. Perhaps because she was incapable of love, of tenderness, of any sensitive emotion. Perhaps because he had never been acting on his own free will when it came to her.

Whatever it had been, it made him feel ill now. Used. Dirty. He stopped a bit suddenly, swallowing the bile that rose at the thought of it, forcing himself not to be sick here in the corridor. Wolf butted her head against his knee in concern, and he reached down to scratch her ears, feeling more than a little comfort from the touch. In that world, in the world that he had been raised, things made far more sense than they did in this complex and cruel human world.

Gathering himself together, he headed back down the corridor, finding himself thrown into the wall by a sudden lurch of the train. He was having trouble adjusting to the unnatural movement He could walk without a sound through a forest blanketed by fallen leaves, but in this strange artificial metal environment, he felt so entirely out of place...

A few doors later, the corridor opened into what was obviously the kitchen car, and he made his way to the fridge, pleased to find some sort of wrapped meat inside. He unwrapped it, threw it on a plate and threw it into the microwave just long enough for the blood to begin to ooze before putting it on the ground in front of Wolf, idly scratching her ears as she ate, looking around him and taking in his surroundings as he tried to adjust to this new and disturbing place.