07-12-2018, 12:08 PM
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[/td][/tr][/table]blind the face with beauty paste
They say that when you die, a white light blinds your vision and swallows your consciousness with nostalgia from your past. Good memories: births, marriages, learning new things. Bad memories: deaths, breakups, becoming insecure. The lupine hadn't been keen to believe such things out of fear of reliving the things he'd endured as a frightened youth, but there was no shamrock or rabbit's foot to keep him from witnessing death at least once. Once he had passed away from wounds given by a group of radicals who saw his gender as a blight upon animals, another time he had been murdered by the blood-stained paws of a traitor. Recently, he had seen another flash of white and for that brief millisecond a thought had crossed his mind - am I free now? There had been no pain, no fear, but also, no flashbacks, an oddity to what he was used to with being reborn. Those brief moments of vertigo hadn't caused him to be dragged to heaven or hell or whatever was in between, but instead, a meadow.
As soon as the wolf woke up, his emerald eyes practically exploded from their sockets, a wheeze coming from a panicked exhale as the grasses teased his nose. As if he had been suffocating, the ghastly sounds traveled across the open lands, white paws shaking badly as he tried to grip onto the soft ground. He tried to lift himself up, but he was spasming so much that lanky legs could not support the weight of the tall wolf. This continued for a while, before his body eventually got used to the new environment that life had dumped him into, a timid mind not yet adjusted to the sudden change of environment. He remembered a forest, treehouses filled to the brim with life, but the names were jumbled in his mind. His own name... it began with a C he knew, but the rest of the vowels and consonants were lost to him. Amnesia? Did he really have amnesia? Was he really himself? His head quickly jerked around, catching the glimpse of pinkish scars at the top of his back, and the male felt sick to his stomach at the sight.
So his appearance was the same, but he'd have to change his name if he didn't know it, and he'd have to figure out where on earth he was. It was quite a lot to take in, and although typically very good at planning, his heart and his brain were constantly at war with one another. Heart thumping out of his chest, the wolf would slowly push himself to his paws again, though his position was still rather bowed in submission to the environment which he'd never seen. The scents were enough to tell him that he wasn't alone, and that was perhaps more terrifying than the pre-mortem visions. They were gonna be mean and angry, he could see it now, with teeth the size of his tail and a breath that stunk of decayed meat. A shudder rippled through his muscles, and not fancying turning his back on such terrifying thoughts Jayden began to walk around in a circle, watching the environment closely.
Movements were wobbly, and as if he'd seen a ghost he seemed to jump at even the faintest whistle of a summer breeze, a cat snatching his polite tongue. No words wanted to come out, even if they did, what would he say? 'Help me,I think I've been abducted?' The beings of this world would think he was crazy. Swallowing a lump in his throat, unsure which way the borders were, Jay would wait for some company so he could apologise quite profusely for his rude intrusion.
As soon as the wolf woke up, his emerald eyes practically exploded from their sockets, a wheeze coming from a panicked exhale as the grasses teased his nose. As if he had been suffocating, the ghastly sounds traveled across the open lands, white paws shaking badly as he tried to grip onto the soft ground. He tried to lift himself up, but he was spasming so much that lanky legs could not support the weight of the tall wolf. This continued for a while, before his body eventually got used to the new environment that life had dumped him into, a timid mind not yet adjusted to the sudden change of environment. He remembered a forest, treehouses filled to the brim with life, but the names were jumbled in his mind. His own name... it began with a C he knew, but the rest of the vowels and consonants were lost to him. Amnesia? Did he really have amnesia? Was he really himself? His head quickly jerked around, catching the glimpse of pinkish scars at the top of his back, and the male felt sick to his stomach at the sight.
So his appearance was the same, but he'd have to change his name if he didn't know it, and he'd have to figure out where on earth he was. It was quite a lot to take in, and although typically very good at planning, his heart and his brain were constantly at war with one another. Heart thumping out of his chest, the wolf would slowly push himself to his paws again, though his position was still rather bowed in submission to the environment which he'd never seen. The scents were enough to tell him that he wasn't alone, and that was perhaps more terrifying than the pre-mortem visions. They were gonna be mean and angry, he could see it now, with teeth the size of his tail and a breath that stunk of decayed meat. A shudder rippled through his muscles, and not fancying turning his back on such terrifying thoughts Jayden began to walk around in a circle, watching the environment closely.
Movements were wobbly, and as if he'd seen a ghost he seemed to jump at even the faintest whistle of a summer breeze, a cat snatching his polite tongue. No words wanted to come out, even if they did, what would he say? 'Help me,I think I've been abducted?' The beings of this world would think he was crazy. Swallowing a lump in his throat, unsure which way the borders were, Jay would wait for some company so he could apologise quite profusely for his rude intrusion.
JAYDEN
JUST GOTTA KEEP MOVING FORWARDS .
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