06-18-2018, 09:08 PM
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KODIAK
THE FINAL CALL | info | IS CALLING
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Heat.
He could feel it as it coursed through his veins, the tea from his saviors coursing through his system and giving his body the thermal energy required to begin functioning once again. Several minutes of nothingness had passed, not a single sensation signaling to his brain up until that point. It was a hypnotizing kind of nothingness. Kodiak had hoped it wouldn't be a feeling that would last an eternity.
I can feel it... the heat of my body. It's coming back.
Quite the jarring feeling for someone who had just spent countless amounts of time in the freezing weather, his body temperature having been approaching freezing temperatures at a lightning pace. Yet even still, it was all he could feel. Nothing was coming back to him quite yet; his muscles in his legs still had yet to function, and he couldn't flex his neck muscles at all. Slowly, though, he was coming to, and that was a step in the right direction.
What wasn't functioning correctly though were his memories, slowly becoming fractured as the time he'd spent brain-dead took a toll on his memory banks. Of course, he could remember his name, and leaving the conservatory in Alaska and everything in-between... but before that point in a time was a blur.
What was I...? Where did it all begin...?
Amnesia was a hell of a trip.
Slowly he could feel his eyelids begin to part, his sights being a blur around him as every sense in his body began to activate. The sapphire-blue eyes of the feliform began to circle the area, trying to make out anything he could as quickly as possible.
Voices. All around him.
Whose were they...? Hana's? No, that's not it. There were multiple. It was an unlikely chance. Perhaps he'd been captured by the poachers again after being knocked out by the sheer cold, and he was to be slaughtered for personal gain like the rest of his kin.
His kin...?
Sure, he remembered being captured, but before that... he knew nothing. What was he before?
Confused as all hell, Kodiak again shut his eyes and groaned. His head felt as if it'd been crushed by a tree -- or the jaws of a lion. His body still felt cold and lifeless on the surface, yet his internal heat felt as if it began to stabilize. A good sign. The pain otherwise was unbearable, but at least he'd been conscious again.
He could feel it as it coursed through his veins, the tea from his saviors coursing through his system and giving his body the thermal energy required to begin functioning once again. Several minutes of nothingness had passed, not a single sensation signaling to his brain up until that point. It was a hypnotizing kind of nothingness. Kodiak had hoped it wouldn't be a feeling that would last an eternity.
I can feel it... the heat of my body. It's coming back.
Quite the jarring feeling for someone who had just spent countless amounts of time in the freezing weather, his body temperature having been approaching freezing temperatures at a lightning pace. Yet even still, it was all he could feel. Nothing was coming back to him quite yet; his muscles in his legs still had yet to function, and he couldn't flex his neck muscles at all. Slowly, though, he was coming to, and that was a step in the right direction.
What wasn't functioning correctly though were his memories, slowly becoming fractured as the time he'd spent brain-dead took a toll on his memory banks. Of course, he could remember his name, and leaving the conservatory in Alaska and everything in-between... but before that point in a time was a blur.
What was I...? Where did it all begin...?
Amnesia was a hell of a trip.
Slowly he could feel his eyelids begin to part, his sights being a blur around him as every sense in his body began to activate. The sapphire-blue eyes of the feliform began to circle the area, trying to make out anything he could as quickly as possible.
Voices. All around him.
Whose were they...? Hana's? No, that's not it. There were multiple. It was an unlikely chance. Perhaps he'd been captured by the poachers again after being knocked out by the sheer cold, and he was to be slaughtered for personal gain like the rest of his kin.
His kin...?
Sure, he remembered being captured, but before that... he knew nothing. What was he before?
Confused as all hell, Kodiak again shut his eyes and groaned. His head felt as if it'd been crushed by a tree -- or the jaws of a lion. His body still felt cold and lifeless on the surface, yet his internal heat felt as if it began to stabilize. A good sign. The pain otherwise was unbearable, but at least he'd been conscious again.