06-17-2018, 10:50 PM
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KODIAK
THE FINAL CALL | info | IS CALLING
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Dark, cold, and confused.
This same feeling wasn't unfamiliar to Kodiak. Hell, he lived it for countless months now. But... not like this. He felt incorporeal, weightless, and ... dead. He felt nothing but the dark depths of his mind at that very moment. Unconscious, thoughtless, hopeless. Though, he wasn't dead, luckily; the cold did just enough to knock him out though. He hadn't eaten in god knows how long, and his body decided to shut down to conserve what little energy he had left. Even his subconscious had given up hope on him when he needed it most.
He floated in his personal limbo, unaware of anything happening around him, unaware of his saviors and their efforts to revive the hyena, and unaware of his vitality in the real world. Have I finally died...? His unconscious consciousness floated to every corner of his mind, searching for answers. The darkness itself was blinding as it was the only thing visible. I can't see a damned thing... He could begin to feel the soreness of his body once more, albeit the only feeling, as the pain shot through his body. He winced -- both physically and mentally -- and attempted to gather his bearings. Definitely not dead... although, something isn't right here... what's happened to me?
Come on, damn you, wake up!
Seemed like coming to wasn't an option at the moment. Perhaps his own body knew what was better for him than his stubbornness did, as it attempted to conserve what little energy remained in the silver feliform's frail body.
The darkness in his mind felt endless, staggering and intimidating.
I've reaped what I've sowed. I deserve this.
An attempt was made by his body to shed a tear, but the effort was fruitless, saving the energy for his short, fragile breathing.
Wake up.
This same feeling wasn't unfamiliar to Kodiak. Hell, he lived it for countless months now. But... not like this. He felt incorporeal, weightless, and ... dead. He felt nothing but the dark depths of his mind at that very moment. Unconscious, thoughtless, hopeless. Though, he wasn't dead, luckily; the cold did just enough to knock him out though. He hadn't eaten in god knows how long, and his body decided to shut down to conserve what little energy he had left. Even his subconscious had given up hope on him when he needed it most.
He floated in his personal limbo, unaware of anything happening around him, unaware of his saviors and their efforts to revive the hyena, and unaware of his vitality in the real world. Have I finally died...? His unconscious consciousness floated to every corner of his mind, searching for answers. The darkness itself was blinding as it was the only thing visible. I can't see a damned thing... He could begin to feel the soreness of his body once more, albeit the only feeling, as the pain shot through his body. He winced -- both physically and mentally -- and attempted to gather his bearings. Definitely not dead... although, something isn't right here... what's happened to me?
Come on, damn you, wake up!
Seemed like coming to wasn't an option at the moment. Perhaps his own body knew what was better for him than his stubbornness did, as it attempted to conserve what little energy remained in the silver feliform's frail body.
The darkness in his mind felt endless, staggering and intimidating.
I've reaped what I've sowed. I deserve this.
An attempt was made by his body to shed a tear, but the effort was fruitless, saving the energy for his short, fragile breathing.
Wake up.