07-31-2018, 04:34 PM
The light comes from nowhere. Pulling him to it, grasping for him and refusing to let go until he can hear it.
Open your eyes.
Wake up.
He wakes, blue eyes fluttering opening to a view unfamiliar and body heavy from rest, he feels the occasionally tap of rain tap against his body and he can't help shaking himself from the uncomfortable feeling of his pelt soaking it up. Where was he? The figure stands up and looks at his body with confusion, as if being a young wolf wasn't what he was supposed to be when he awoke in what he now realized was an unfamiliar marsh of sorts causing his fur to get a bit muddy from just laying there beside a tree stump . He seems to form his name in his mind as he looks around the unfamiliar, feeling that he was a Treestump and nothing more. He never felt like speaking up was his strong suit either and was a man of the-- something sharp and pointy stuff. Treestump slowly moved about the area with curiosity bright eyes scanning carefully and his body completely oblivious to the occasional flop of the satchel at his side as he moved about the area. The rain continued to dapple small, dark patches across his fur as he moved on past a border he was quite unfamiliar with many figures he saw in the distance that treaded about without much of a thought and Tree never thought twice about them bothering until he found himself tripping over a rock hidden in the mud and face planted into the ground with a soft thump. What a fool he was for not being more of his surroundings despite being a bit unsure of how even got to this place in the beginning.
"SPEECH"
Open your eyes.
Wake up.
He wakes, blue eyes fluttering opening to a view unfamiliar and body heavy from rest, he feels the occasionally tap of rain tap against his body and he can't help shaking himself from the uncomfortable feeling of his pelt soaking it up. Where was he? The figure stands up and looks at his body with confusion, as if being a young wolf wasn't what he was supposed to be when he awoke in what he now realized was an unfamiliar marsh of sorts causing his fur to get a bit muddy from just laying there beside a tree stump . He seems to form his name in his mind as he looks around the unfamiliar, feeling that he was a Treestump and nothing more. He never felt like speaking up was his strong suit either and was a man of the-- something sharp and pointy stuff. Treestump slowly moved about the area with curiosity bright eyes scanning carefully and his body completely oblivious to the occasional flop of the satchel at his side as he moved about the area. The rain continued to dapple small, dark patches across his fur as he moved on past a border he was quite unfamiliar with many figures he saw in the distance that treaded about without much of a thought and Tree never thought twice about them bothering until he found himself tripping over a rock hidden in the mud and face planted into the ground with a soft thump. What a fool he was for not being more of his surroundings despite being a bit unsure of how even got to this place in the beginning.
"SPEECH"
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