05-23-2021, 10:12 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-03-2021, 03:51 PM by Rhys. Edited 1 time in total.)
Futile, all of it feels. Thrashing, trapped by a whirlpool of water, it shoves down his throat and gags him. He's hurled under water by the push of something in the ocean - whether it's the current, or an old God he used to pray to, it's unclear. He's always had a good relation with the water, being born underneath a sign of water, he's safe. But now, it feels as if they are disconnected, shoved from one side of the universe to another. His eyes sting, outer rings of white; red and irritated. The salt that he chokes on, reminds him of home. Where he grew up, there had been rivers and a beach not far off. He's reminded of weekends with his family, and just he and Moira. But never this. His head cracks against the ground and there's nothing but black that drifts him into a dark place, empty and cruel. Blood flows beside the dark place, the smell and sight of it on his own body. One moment, he's trapped in an eternal world of salt and ache, and the next, he is gasping air. There is no salt, there is no water on him, no blood, or bashed head. The only thing that is odd about the whole thing, is how hazy everything looks, and the seaweed that clings to the edge of his paw. He groans soft, wearily looking from side to side, it must have all been a bad dream, right? Though, he does remember being at the edge of a beach. He remembered being in the water, enjoying the soft splashes of the waves. And now, he's somewhere that's not remotely like the place he had left.
The smell of salt is stained to him, ocean waters had always clung to his pelt; the smell of it being known from far away. The young adult shuffled to his paws, feeling an ache in his right front leg, as if it had been hurt - and a ringing headache stands in his head, keeping him from focusing in on where he was fully. The dawn sun rises through the clouds, parting through them in some spots, being caught on the fog that bled through the mountains and trees in the surrounding area. He's oblivious to the water that's caught in a shape he should know well - he spent a lot of time staring up at the night sky. “Mmm, fuck.” He uttered, rubbing at his head with his forepaw and then giving a small glance around; trying to squint through the fog. The sun filters in onto the reds of his pelt. He was traveling away from his homelands, in search of a life to make for himself, but he hadn't expected not to know where he went or where he was - or how to get home if he found it just easier to turn tail and run back. The boy shifts and looked back from where he'd woken, right near the water. A gagging feeling of water summons in his throat and he stumbled back, keeping his distance from the water that he, might, have come from, he's still not entirely sure how he got here. He tore his gaze around and looked back towards the mountains, where the fuck was he?
The smell of salt is stained to him, ocean waters had always clung to his pelt; the smell of it being known from far away. The young adult shuffled to his paws, feeling an ache in his right front leg, as if it had been hurt - and a ringing headache stands in his head, keeping him from focusing in on where he was fully. The dawn sun rises through the clouds, parting through them in some spots, being caught on the fog that bled through the mountains and trees in the surrounding area. He's oblivious to the water that's caught in a shape he should know well - he spent a lot of time staring up at the night sky. “Mmm, fuck.” He uttered, rubbing at his head with his forepaw and then giving a small glance around; trying to squint through the fog. The sun filters in onto the reds of his pelt. He was traveling away from his homelands, in search of a life to make for himself, but he hadn't expected not to know where he went or where he was - or how to get home if he found it just easier to turn tail and run back. The boy shifts and looked back from where he'd woken, right near the water. A gagging feeling of water summons in his throat and he stumbled back, keeping his distance from the water that he, might, have come from, he's still not entirely sure how he got here. He tore his gaze around and looked back towards the mountains, where the fuck was he?
+1 discovery
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