09-03-2018, 11:17 PM
MONROE
MALE — SUNHAVEN — SUNBEARER — HARD
Since being dumped onto the territory dead and having to be resuscitated and brought back from the dead the mutated creature had not been seen since. His wounded form was so cracked and so split that he was in constant pain from trying to move so he just never came out of his home. He was supposed to try and at least take care of himself while he was trapped in his house but he couldn't find the will to move or to do anything at all. He just felt empty and it showed in the deadness of his gaze as he watched the sky through the window of his room. Blood had long since spread over his sheets and blankets of his bed and he didn't bother to clean it up. That process would most likely be too painful for him to do and it was also something he wasn't even thinking about anyway. All he was thinking about was who had done this to him. Why they had done this to him. His gaze slowly wandered away though not seeing the world around him. And instead he was seeing that Pitt member, his sneer as he left him to burn and dry out in the desert. The way he didn't seem to care at all that he was suffering under his paws.
Shoulders sagged as he pulled himself up from the bed, face twisting and contorting in pain. Cloth stuck to his wounds from dried in blood and yet he simply stepped forward, fumbling from his bed. He needed fresh air or he thought he might vomit. Crossing the floor at a snail's pace he managed to get to the front door and he pushed it open, cracked lips wincing as the sunlight funneled in to meet him. The roar of the ocean was like a sweet call but he refused it. The salt in the water would only serve to harm him more. He'd gotten thinner considering he hadn't eaten during his torture and he hadn't since he had been back. Sitting down the Goldenblood looked at the water, looking much like the dead thing he had once been. But on the inside there was a sharp hatred growing and one that would be difficult for him to contain. Aimed at the Pitt, aimed at any clan that had a similar mindset as they did.
Shoulders sagged as he pulled himself up from the bed, face twisting and contorting in pain. Cloth stuck to his wounds from dried in blood and yet he simply stepped forward, fumbling from his bed. He needed fresh air or he thought he might vomit. Crossing the floor at a snail's pace he managed to get to the front door and he pushed it open, cracked lips wincing as the sunlight funneled in to meet him. The roar of the ocean was like a sweet call but he refused it. The salt in the water would only serve to harm him more. He'd gotten thinner considering he hadn't eaten during his torture and he hadn't since he had been back. Sitting down the Goldenblood looked at the water, looking much like the dead thing he had once been. But on the inside there was a sharp hatred growing and one that would be difficult for him to contain. Aimed at the Pitt, aimed at any clan that had a similar mindset as they did.
