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it wasn't some sort of campaign in order to better himself, just a journey. a journey that he hadn't wanted to depart unto in the first place. there was a pain he was trying to lose, the leftovers of a relationship that had torn him to pieces as his loved one had been ripped and shredded in a bloody haze in front of his eyes.
taking a mighty breath the great beast that he was, drenched in his own blood and refuse, he released everything within him in a great gush of air, eyes closing as he came to a halt. shaking himself out he gazed upon the surroundings that he had blindly stumbled into. all he could see was sand, god-damnable sand. inhaling sharply he snarled his displeasure into the otherwise void-of-life environment. it had been the same since days before when he had entered the wastes, searching and searching for someplace to take shelter and lick his wounds. he refused to think of his lost partner, of the empty presence inside of his head, darkness spreading like a parasite that fed off of his energy as a living host.
he had been wandering so long that he barely remembered who he was himself, he had lost it all in the meaningless walking that he did. looking down now at the sand beneath his paws he felt his sight go blurry, a sickening sense of gravity taking over in his core. coughing he held back bile, the sweltering heat finally registering in his exhausted mind, blood dripping from his nose to join the blood seeping from his cracked paw pads. shaking his head wearily he breathed in and out heavily, trying to ignore the sun beating down on him from above, making the darkness inside of his mask a miniature bonfire, the fetid air of infection digging its claws into the raw and stinking injuries that marred his face. lifting a shaking paw he flinched away from the burning hot metal of his mask, quickly flipping it up and flinging it away with a deep intake of breath.
what a cruel trick of the gods, being forced into this land with nothing but the buzzing of heat washing over the sand dunes and the cries of vultures echoing inside of his ears. coughing a few more times, he was more than tempted to plunge his head into the hot sand burning up his paws, in an effort to escape the sun at the very least. he had been in too great of a shocked state when he had woken from the ditch that he had been thrown into at the time, to think 'oh hey! i should cut my fur before heading into the desert!' and now he found himself regretting this muggy decision he had made.
he refused to collapse out here, no matter how much he had to suffer. he had to avenge them, the now face-less lover he had once known. who were they again? right, someone ... shaking himself from his thoughts he lifted his head once more, line of sight going to the sky and the burning ball of light so cruelly grinning down at him. seeing this triggered some memory buried deep in his head, a memory of the sun shining down while he was somewhere nice and cold and dark ... thinking upon it a bit more he came upon the realisation that this place he was thinking of, would have been a cave. he had grown up in a cave? huh, that wasn't just something you would forget easily. continuing his trudge forward he began to hum, an airless and dry tune without much rhythm, just something to keep his mind on. maybe he was a little loose in the head right now, because, was that a shape appearing on the horizon?
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jerisidie is a thick-furred dark gray/black hell-hound with ram horns and he wears a metal-cast mask made in the shape of a canine skull. the mask is worn in order to protect new greivious injuries to the right side of his face. he is in the desert right now after being left for dead by his capturers. he was caught when his power (non-offensive nature magick) exploded outwards at the sight of his lover being killed in front of him, as was planned by the couple who hunted him down. he lost his rear left leg in an accident, and when his magick is strong enough, he can create a prosthetic from plant life, and he also is missing his right eye, courtesy to a battle prior to his torture and 'escape'.
here's a link to what he looks like with the mask on, i just uh,, forgot the scars,,, (a lil sensitive maybe? it's a skull,,,)
click me~!
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it wasn't some sort of campaign in order to better himself, just a journey. a journey that he hadn't wanted to depart unto in the first place. there was a pain he was trying to lose, the leftovers of a relationship that had torn him to pieces as his loved one had been ripped and shredded in a bloody haze in front of his eyes.
taking a mighty breath the great beast that he was, drenched in his own blood and refuse, he released everything within him in a great gush of air, eyes closing as he came to a halt. shaking himself out he gazed upon the surroundings that he had blindly stumbled into. all he could see was sand, god-damnable sand. inhaling sharply he snarled his displeasure into the otherwise void-of-life environment. it had been the same since days before when he had entered the wastes, searching and searching for someplace to take shelter and lick his wounds. he refused to think of his lost partner, of the empty presence inside of his head, darkness spreading like a parasite that fed off of his energy as a living host.
he had been wandering so long that he barely remembered who he was himself, he had lost it all in the meaningless walking that he did. looking down now at the sand beneath his paws he felt his sight go blurry, a sickening sense of gravity taking over in his core. coughing he held back bile, the sweltering heat finally registering in his exhausted mind, blood dripping from his nose to join the blood seeping from his cracked paw pads. shaking his head wearily he breathed in and out heavily, trying to ignore the sun beating down on him from above, making the darkness inside of his mask a miniature bonfire, the fetid air of infection digging its claws into the raw and stinking injuries that marred his face. lifting a shaking paw he flinched away from the burning hot metal of his mask, quickly flipping it up and flinging it away with a deep intake of breath.
what a cruel trick of the gods, being forced into this land with nothing but the buzzing of heat washing over the sand dunes and the cries of vultures echoing inside of his ears. coughing a few more times, he was more than tempted to plunge his head into the hot sand burning up his paws, in an effort to escape the sun at the very least. he had been in too great of a shocked state when he had woken from the ditch that he had been thrown into at the time, to think 'oh hey! i should cut my fur before heading into the desert!' and now he found himself regretting this muggy decision he had made.
he refused to collapse out here, no matter how much he had to suffer. he had to avenge them, the now face-less lover he had once known. who were they again? right, someone ... shaking himself from his thoughts he lifted his head once more, line of sight going to the sky and the burning ball of light so cruelly grinning down at him. seeing this triggered some memory buried deep in his head, a memory of the sun shining down while he was somewhere nice and cold and dark ... thinking upon it a bit more he came upon the realisation that this place he was thinking of, would have been a cave. he had grown up in a cave? huh, that wasn't just something you would forget easily. continuing his trudge forward he began to hum, an airless and dry tune without much rhythm, just something to keep his mind on. maybe he was a little loose in the head right now, because, was that a shape appearing on the horizon?
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jerisidie is a thick-furred dark gray/black hell-hound with ram horns and he wears a metal-cast mask made in the shape of a canine skull. the mask is worn in order to protect new greivious injuries to the right side of his face. he is in the desert right now after being left for dead by his capturers. he was caught when his power (non-offensive nature magick) exploded outwards at the sight of his lover being killed in front of him, as was planned by the couple who hunted him down. he lost his rear left leg in an accident, and when his magick is strong enough, he can create a prosthetic from plant life, and he also is missing his right eye, courtesy to a battle prior to his torture and 'escape'.
here's a link to what he looks like with the mask on, i just uh,, forgot the scars,,, (a lil sensitive maybe? it's a skull,,,)
click me~!
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