08-20-2018, 09:31 AM
[div style="width: 45%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]The light, at first, brought forth tremendous pain for the demon.
He was forced to tightly shut his natural brown eye before occasionally allowing it to flutter open, something that looked similar to a wink—one that was more or less unintentional and not directed to anyone around him. His other eye, being artificial, had no issues adjusting to the returning presence of natural light, and so he let it be as he tentatively pushed onward from beyond the confinement of the Observatory. His frame grew lankier, far thinner than he had intended it to be, stemming from the issue of scavenging for food while trapped inside. He had denied himself the pleasure of nourishment even when he did find anything, foolishly believing that it could be handled. Alas the fatigue settled in, making each step a weak attempt to move forward.
A soft sigh erupted from his black lips when his hind pawpads felt the soft, relieving touch of the grass, something that felt almost therapeutic for him. The demon rolled his broad shoulders as his full form came into view, a form that was not quite as impressive as it was before. He was merely an oddity, a cyborg monster. Yet this would only be for the time being.
The wolf's gaze swept across both those who rushed out from the building as soon as the locks clicked open and those who were settled outside, their efforts to make contact with those indoors impossible and in vain until now. He recognized a few, such as Margaery, but there still remained a fairly large crowd that Zjarr hadn't properly introduced himself too, and some he had never even met prior to the situation. Perhaps he would have time to be sociable with the other observers from this point onward, given that a handful of the population would not be trapped in any more buildings with limited resources.
"Well, that was fun," the demon mumbled under his breath. "Just love bein' trapped in some fuckin' hellhole." Again.
He was forced to tightly shut his natural brown eye before occasionally allowing it to flutter open, something that looked similar to a wink—one that was more or less unintentional and not directed to anyone around him. His other eye, being artificial, had no issues adjusting to the returning presence of natural light, and so he let it be as he tentatively pushed onward from beyond the confinement of the Observatory. His frame grew lankier, far thinner than he had intended it to be, stemming from the issue of scavenging for food while trapped inside. He had denied himself the pleasure of nourishment even when he did find anything, foolishly believing that it could be handled. Alas the fatigue settled in, making each step a weak attempt to move forward.
A soft sigh erupted from his black lips when his hind pawpads felt the soft, relieving touch of the grass, something that felt almost therapeutic for him. The demon rolled his broad shoulders as his full form came into view, a form that was not quite as impressive as it was before. He was merely an oddity, a cyborg monster. Yet this would only be for the time being.
The wolf's gaze swept across both those who rushed out from the building as soon as the locks clicked open and those who were settled outside, their efforts to make contact with those indoors impossible and in vain until now. He recognized a few, such as Margaery, but there still remained a fairly large crowd that Zjarr hadn't properly introduced himself too, and some he had never even met prior to the situation. Perhaps he would have time to be sociable with the other observers from this point onward, given that a handful of the population would not be trapped in any more buildings with limited resources.
"Well, that was fun," the demon mumbled under his breath. "Just love bein' trapped in some fuckin' hellhole." Again.
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]how'd it get so scandalous?[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot