04-01-2022, 06:50 PM
( CW: torture, gore, alcoholism. TLDR at bottom )
It had been days.
It had been several days since the large creature had consumed alcohol. For many, this may have been typical. For Corrupttimelines? Well, it was a rarity. Each time the liquid slipped past his scaled lips, twisting throughout his intestines and eventually taking home in his stomach, there was almost a comfort. Perhaps it was familiarity. Or, perhaps it was the numbing of his feelings.
Feelings were a complex beast for the wyvern.
His entire life, could he remember it, probably could’ve been described as treacherous or terrible. Yet, he remembered nothing. There were spaces in his brain where nothing took homage, other than an empty feeling where something should have been. It was like staring at a bookshelf full of books with nothing on the spines and trying to identify them. Or walking through a crowd of people, nameless and faceless people, trying to find one person desperately. Everything was empty and Cory couldn’t find anything to make him whole again, but perhaps he wasn’t meant to be whole?
If life had ripped away his most delicate memories, seeping his past away from the realms of his mind with little care, perhaps he wasn’t meant to remember things. Maybe his past had been so horrible that it was blocked from entering the front of his mind forever. There was a chance he was so disgusted by himself, so disgusted by who he turned out to be, that his brain decided it needed to rewrite him entirely. He needed to be a completely separate person. There was a piece of him that felt like he needed to be desirable in some manner to others, that he needed to change. However, it was hard to change when you didn’t even know what was wrong with you.
This particular evening, the wyvern was trudging through the marshland with a bitter look in his eye. Slowly, he shifted his weight to and fro across the land. His gaze would move up and a tender step in the direction caused the crackling of branches beneath his feet. Then, his tail swished and stood directly up, pointing towards the sky. His mind was elsewhere right now, drifting away further and further. He was moving aimlessly, no true destination given for himself. Right now, all he knew was he needed to walk.
The noises of the marshland rang upon his ears as his wings folded into themselves, and mere moments later he heard something that didn’t belong. It was a voice, a soft one. It almost sounded…angelic? The wyvern couldn’t resist his curious nature, and thus he moved forward. With each lurching footstep, the voice went from sounding angelic to sounding horrified.
‘Get away from me! Stop!’
His eyes danced over to the source, his movements quickening by the moment as his head stuck forward. His heartbeat began to quicken, and suddenly, a scene he did not recognize began to play out in front of his very eyes.
A young feline stood in front of him. She couldn’t have been over a year old, and she was cowering deeply close to the ground. Her fur was dappled with black dots, all across a milky white canvas. Green optics peered up at him as her fur rose, and her teeth barred sharply with disgust. Her nose scrunched up and her ears pinned as a guttural hiss passed her lips. ‘Leave me alone!’
Then, the form of Cory would move forward, latching his teeth onto the feline’s leg and yanking her aggressively. His sharp, angled jaws would crunch downward, the sound of bone snapping and flesh ripping beginning to fill the air. A shrill cry passed her lips as her claws scrambled to grasp the ground beneath her, a frantic attempt to escape his jaws. However, this only worsened the situation. Her leg began to shift with the night of his pulling and ripping, and with give, her leg ripped out of her socket.
‘My LEG! Let me go! I’ll kill you!’
Corrupttimelines smirked devilishly, his eyes beginning to lock onto the feline once more as a low rumble gathered in his throat. “I will enjoy ripping the flesh from your bones and savoring every last inch of it,” he grinned, his eyes dancing upward just before his claws struck down, tearing into the feline’s throat and allowing blood to usher forth and coat the ground. It was with this, that he watched the life fade from her eyes. Satisfaction filled him as he let out an aggressive laugh, shifting away from the scene with contentment.
Then, he snapped out of it.
Corrupttimelines was laying in the middle of the Marshland, blood trickling from his head as he glanced over to the rock nearby. He had fallen, and although he was still fully conscious, seen things. Was this true? Was this really his past?
He was disgusted.
[ TLDR: Corrupttimelines is laying in the middle of the marsh with a minor head injury after having a graphic flashback ]
It had been days.
It had been several days since the large creature had consumed alcohol. For many, this may have been typical. For Corrupttimelines? Well, it was a rarity. Each time the liquid slipped past his scaled lips, twisting throughout his intestines and eventually taking home in his stomach, there was almost a comfort. Perhaps it was familiarity. Or, perhaps it was the numbing of his feelings.
Feelings were a complex beast for the wyvern.
His entire life, could he remember it, probably could’ve been described as treacherous or terrible. Yet, he remembered nothing. There were spaces in his brain where nothing took homage, other than an empty feeling where something should have been. It was like staring at a bookshelf full of books with nothing on the spines and trying to identify them. Or walking through a crowd of people, nameless and faceless people, trying to find one person desperately. Everything was empty and Cory couldn’t find anything to make him whole again, but perhaps he wasn’t meant to be whole?
If life had ripped away his most delicate memories, seeping his past away from the realms of his mind with little care, perhaps he wasn’t meant to remember things. Maybe his past had been so horrible that it was blocked from entering the front of his mind forever. There was a chance he was so disgusted by himself, so disgusted by who he turned out to be, that his brain decided it needed to rewrite him entirely. He needed to be a completely separate person. There was a piece of him that felt like he needed to be desirable in some manner to others, that he needed to change. However, it was hard to change when you didn’t even know what was wrong with you.
This particular evening, the wyvern was trudging through the marshland with a bitter look in his eye. Slowly, he shifted his weight to and fro across the land. His gaze would move up and a tender step in the direction caused the crackling of branches beneath his feet. Then, his tail swished and stood directly up, pointing towards the sky. His mind was elsewhere right now, drifting away further and further. He was moving aimlessly, no true destination given for himself. Right now, all he knew was he needed to walk.
The noises of the marshland rang upon his ears as his wings folded into themselves, and mere moments later he heard something that didn’t belong. It was a voice, a soft one. It almost sounded…angelic? The wyvern couldn’t resist his curious nature, and thus he moved forward. With each lurching footstep, the voice went from sounding angelic to sounding horrified.
‘Get away from me! Stop!’
His eyes danced over to the source, his movements quickening by the moment as his head stuck forward. His heartbeat began to quicken, and suddenly, a scene he did not recognize began to play out in front of his very eyes.
A young feline stood in front of him. She couldn’t have been over a year old, and she was cowering deeply close to the ground. Her fur was dappled with black dots, all across a milky white canvas. Green optics peered up at him as her fur rose, and her teeth barred sharply with disgust. Her nose scrunched up and her ears pinned as a guttural hiss passed her lips. ‘Leave me alone!’
Then, the form of Cory would move forward, latching his teeth onto the feline’s leg and yanking her aggressively. His sharp, angled jaws would crunch downward, the sound of bone snapping and flesh ripping beginning to fill the air. A shrill cry passed her lips as her claws scrambled to grasp the ground beneath her, a frantic attempt to escape his jaws. However, this only worsened the situation. Her leg began to shift with the night of his pulling and ripping, and with give, her leg ripped out of her socket.
‘My LEG! Let me go! I’ll kill you!’
Corrupttimelines smirked devilishly, his eyes beginning to lock onto the feline once more as a low rumble gathered in his throat. “I will enjoy ripping the flesh from your bones and savoring every last inch of it,” he grinned, his eyes dancing upward just before his claws struck down, tearing into the feline’s throat and allowing blood to usher forth and coat the ground. It was with this, that he watched the life fade from her eyes. Satisfaction filled him as he let out an aggressive laugh, shifting away from the scene with contentment.
Then, he snapped out of it.
Corrupttimelines was laying in the middle of the Marshland, blood trickling from his head as he glanced over to the rock nearby. He had fallen, and although he was still fully conscious, seen things. Was this true? Was this really his past?
He was disgusted.
[ TLDR: Corrupttimelines is laying in the middle of the marsh with a minor head injury after having a graphic flashback ]
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