08-12-2023, 10:33 PM
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[div style="margin-bottom: 4px; height: auto; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: black;"]NO CHANCE THAT I'LL BE OKAY
ACTIONS | "SPEAKING" | THINKING | TELEPATHY
The wolf would be picked up as if he were a ragdoll, a soft wheeze escaping him as he laid still, blood dripping from his wounds, causing the angry red scar tissue to look even worse. The normal white porcelain mask was missing, hanging from his neck where it didn't belong. For such a proud man, Project would call himself weak if he were to see what he had become, if he ever would remember who he was.
Once the duo reached the village, the newcomer was suddenly sputtering back to life, the burned, soggy wolf gasping for air as he began to spit up water, thrashing against the back of his rescuer, trying to escape from drowning before he quickly came to his senses. Project's eyes opened, the red and blue heterochromatic orbs darting around as he took in the bright light of the sun, feeling the warmth on his fur, something he hadn't felt in... Years.
Why was he feeling it? Why was he back? What was he doing here? Where was here? Everything flew through his mind as he looked around, yet to notice his masks absence from his face.
"Hey, can you let me down?" Came the weak, gruff voice of the wolf, barely a whispered request before the old wolf attempted to clamber delicately down from Vinicius' back so he could stand on his own. Who... who were these people? Where was his family? How long had he been away? He had so many questions, and he needed answers, fast. If he was taken from his family again, then... that didn't mean anything good. But what did it mean? Who was he? He couldn't remember much, just that he wasn't where he used to be.
Once the duo reached the village, the newcomer was suddenly sputtering back to life, the burned, soggy wolf gasping for air as he began to spit up water, thrashing against the back of his rescuer, trying to escape from drowning before he quickly came to his senses. Project's eyes opened, the red and blue heterochromatic orbs darting around as he took in the bright light of the sun, feeling the warmth on his fur, something he hadn't felt in... Years.
Why was he feeling it? Why was he back? What was he doing here? Where was here? Everything flew through his mind as he looked around, yet to notice his masks absence from his face.
"Hey, can you let me down?" Came the weak, gruff voice of the wolf, barely a whispered request before the old wolf attempted to clamber delicately down from Vinicius' back so he could stand on his own. Who... who were these people? Where was his family? How long had he been away? He had so many questions, and he needed answers, fast. If he was taken from his family again, then... that didn't mean anything good. But what did it mean? Who was he? He couldn't remember much, just that he wasn't where he used to be.