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Deep breath drawn through their mouth, held for a time, savouring the burn slow to grow within their chest, rushing forth with the edge of soft laughter. They had forgotten the simple pleasure found within life, the mere act of breathing oddly pleasant and sweet. Possibly it could be considered naïve the desire to believe this place different, to think good might come of it when their life had been shaped by hardship, scarred by events out of their control from those early days. Yet they found themself unable to care, refusing to let the feeling be stifled, light as it filled their chest, warm as they took in the surroundings about them.
Drawn back from their thoughts Atreus could offer only a soft sound of surprise at the approach of the stranger, caught between a gasp and something seemly stretched beyond the border of words, jumbled and with no real defined edges. By no means were they confused, simply by the definition of the word lost fit rather well for them, out of place in a world they had no memory of, yet seemed strangely familiar, some part of them straining to keep moving. Fighting back against it Art merely watched Rin as they approach, stepping aside when she came to approach their side, almost stumbling over paws all too large for them.
“What?” Short and clipped their tone was strange, light and proving squeaky where once it had been deeper, a displeasure seeping into their expression as they came to realise just how much had come to change. “I'm not hurt.” Confusion touched the words as they spoke, looking down at her with a raised brow. They had grown accustomed to the way their gait had become lopsided and dragging, though they had not expected it to come through here. Barely out of their first fight they had felt the touch of steel, heavy weight pressing against bone until their leg had shattered, the healing process going rather badly. Though no scar decorated their leg here it seemed the damage had come through in a different way, the very nerves within their hips and back legs damaged beyond repair, yet it seemed a comfort in a way, a familiarity they would have missed had it not been present.
It seemed they were drawing attention. Small ears flicker forward, their gaze raising from where it had come to rest on Rin to find the other who had spoken. Neither used to nor welcoming of pity their brow lowered, a scowl forming upon their lips they struggled to suppress, only coming to change, a soft frown taking it's place. “By Odin's fucking beard,” all too familiar the words rose to their lips unbidden, muttered beneath their breath, just time enough for them to attempt to organised their thoughts.
“Ascended. Guess I am lost, extremely so,” speaking softly now Art finally let their weight drag them down into a seated position, confusion clear upon their features. They knew well this place was not their home, the familiarity was minimal at best, enough to entice them and draw forth faint memory, yet it resembled the place they longer for only in small ways.
Drawn back from their thoughts Atreus could offer only a soft sound of surprise at the approach of the stranger, caught between a gasp and something seemly stretched beyond the border of words, jumbled and with no real defined edges. By no means were they confused, simply by the definition of the word lost fit rather well for them, out of place in a world they had no memory of, yet seemed strangely familiar, some part of them straining to keep moving. Fighting back against it Art merely watched Rin as they approach, stepping aside when she came to approach their side, almost stumbling over paws all too large for them.
“What?” Short and clipped their tone was strange, light and proving squeaky where once it had been deeper, a displeasure seeping into their expression as they came to realise just how much had come to change. “I'm not hurt.” Confusion touched the words as they spoke, looking down at her with a raised brow. They had grown accustomed to the way their gait had become lopsided and dragging, though they had not expected it to come through here. Barely out of their first fight they had felt the touch of steel, heavy weight pressing against bone until their leg had shattered, the healing process going rather badly. Though no scar decorated their leg here it seemed the damage had come through in a different way, the very nerves within their hips and back legs damaged beyond repair, yet it seemed a comfort in a way, a familiarity they would have missed had it not been present.
It seemed they were drawing attention. Small ears flicker forward, their gaze raising from where it had come to rest on Rin to find the other who had spoken. Neither used to nor welcoming of pity their brow lowered, a scowl forming upon their lips they struggled to suppress, only coming to change, a soft frown taking it's place. “By Odin's fucking beard,” all too familiar the words rose to their lips unbidden, muttered beneath their breath, just time enough for them to attempt to organised their thoughts.
“Ascended. Guess I am lost, extremely so,” speaking softly now Art finally let their weight drag them down into a seated position, confusion clear upon their features. They knew well this place was not their home, the familiarity was minimal at best, enough to entice them and draw forth faint memory, yet it resembled the place they longer for only in small ways.
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