08-23-2019, 04:02 PM
[glow=#A76566,1,400]CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I EXIST, AND I DON'T NEED AN EXORCIST, TO LET ME OUT? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Musicbox, upon his awakening, didn't know which way was up, which way was down, and where the hell he was, or what he was. His memories were scrambled and scattered, the last thing that he could really remember being plummeting into the river outside of his home clan, being whisked away and screaming for the family and the home that was now gone. Back then, he had just been a rather handsome and sweet blue tabby, with dazzling blue eyes and a warm smile. And now, from what he could tell, he was still a blue tabby, but... warped. His dazzling and beautiful blue eyes had been ripped from his skull, leaving nothing more than two empty sockets in their wake, which were now covered by a black blindfold with a three eyed design on it. Instead of his glimmering eyes being in his head, his gaze now seemed to have mutated all over his body. There were shiny blue eyes all over, dispersed in random patterns around his neck, chest, and legs, and everywhere else that you could think of. When he had first managed to pull himself over to a lone puddle of water and focus through one of the clumps of eyes, he had been horrified to see his appearance, and he had sobbed from his many eyes for hours, until eventually his body groaned with hunger and exhaustion, and he was forced to stop lamenting.
Unaware of where he was, or how he had ended up there, he just started in a random direction across the desert he had woke up in, his mouth open for the scents of anything that he could attempt to try and hunt in this state. He would've tried looking around for something in particular, but it took a lot of focus for him to look through only one section of the eyes, and when he tried to look through all of them at once, he immediately became overwhelmed and felt like he was going to vomit, so he was forced to move forward through scent alone, searching around desperately for some kind of food or civilization that would prove to be his salvation. What he eventually ended up finding wasn't his salvation, nor anybody else's salvation, if the stories of this place were to be believed. The strange and decaying scent of the Pitt hit him before any sort of scent of food did, as he came up to the edge of where the jungle met the desert he had practically been dragging himself through.
Blinking a few of his eyes, the blue furred male tilted his head from side to side in a sort of mock looking around, even though it didn't actually do anything with no eyes where they were supposed to be. He opened his mouth again and flattened his ears to his head as the scent of The Pitt came flooding in once again, but it also made a faint sense of hope flare up in his chest. A scent line meant that there were people here, and perhaps they could feed him, or tell him where he was and how he had ended up here from his childhood home, or why he looked like this now. Letting out a pained and sorrowful coo, the feline mowed as his tail lashed from side to side in worry, [glow=#A76566,1,400]"Please. Please, hello, is anybody out there? I need food, and help. I don't know where I am, or what this place is..."[/glow]" He couldn't help the desperation that seeped through his voice, unaware of the ruthless group that occupied the jungle that had no interest in helping most people.
Unaware of where he was, or how he had ended up there, he just started in a random direction across the desert he had woke up in, his mouth open for the scents of anything that he could attempt to try and hunt in this state. He would've tried looking around for something in particular, but it took a lot of focus for him to look through only one section of the eyes, and when he tried to look through all of them at once, he immediately became overwhelmed and felt like he was going to vomit, so he was forced to move forward through scent alone, searching around desperately for some kind of food or civilization that would prove to be his salvation. What he eventually ended up finding wasn't his salvation, nor anybody else's salvation, if the stories of this place were to be believed. The strange and decaying scent of the Pitt hit him before any sort of scent of food did, as he came up to the edge of where the jungle met the desert he had practically been dragging himself through.
Blinking a few of his eyes, the blue furred male tilted his head from side to side in a sort of mock looking around, even though it didn't actually do anything with no eyes where they were supposed to be. He opened his mouth again and flattened his ears to his head as the scent of The Pitt came flooding in once again, but it also made a faint sense of hope flare up in his chest. A scent line meant that there were people here, and perhaps they could feed him, or tell him where he was and how he had ended up here from his childhood home, or why he looked like this now. Letting out a pained and sorrowful coo, the feline mowed as his tail lashed from side to side in worry, [glow=#A76566,1,400]"Please. Please, hello, is anybody out there? I need food, and help. I don't know where I am, or what this place is..."[/glow]" He couldn't help the desperation that seeped through his voice, unaware of the ruthless group that occupied the jungle that had no interest in helping most people.
