10-23-2018, 12:02 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]What in hell's name happened to you? His head jerks up, slitted pupils dilating and strange ears perked up. The stare that Lazarus fixes the stranger with is wild and filled with fear, his weight shifting away from the creature until the weight on his injured leg sends more burrs through his veins and he jolts forward again. Pulling and pushing. The too-long tail lashes behind him without thought, a whiplash action that highlights the fiery tip of his tail. He doesn't know what this stranger is thinking of him, but if he heard it, would he agree? Perhaps it was sheer will keeping him alive. Lazarus doesn't know why he ended up in this body, familiar from a distance but not from this perspective, and he doesn't know why the slowly oozing injury on his leg doesn't bother him more. In truth, the creature feels numb now, aside from the pain darting up his leg in waves. Bright orange eyes glaze over as he simply stares, unable to process the world around him, much less the way that they speak, the words that they say.
The second addition to this group startles him out of his fear-filled silence, and the hybrid breathes out a heavy, rattling breath. The heart that had first beat against his chest to the point of pain, a reminder that he was alive, slowly, slowly begins to slow. Relax. Settle down. His tail stops lashing and the tension that kept his neck straight and his head high floods away all at once. It goes to the point that he almost sways, staring down at the much smaller strangers. His mind registers that he needs to go home. Back to Gabe, at least. Nobody here knows the full story and he wouldn't claim to, but he knows that the people here, for whatever reason, aren't a fan of his home. Were his mind not too hazy for intentional deception, maybe he would know that it was time to walk away. They were kind, but misunderstanding was always a problem.
Like with language. "Sí. Yes. I speak English." His tongue doesn't want to, and his mind struggles with the acrobatics of two languages, but now isn't the time for this. Laz slowly sinks down until he's sitting, his head almost to his chest. "I don't know what happened," he finally answers, turning to look at the wound. This wasn't his body, or his home, or his life. "I need to —" go home (he knows he can't like this) "— sleep."
The second addition to this group startles him out of his fear-filled silence, and the hybrid breathes out a heavy, rattling breath. The heart that had first beat against his chest to the point of pain, a reminder that he was alive, slowly, slowly begins to slow. Relax. Settle down. His tail stops lashing and the tension that kept his neck straight and his head high floods away all at once. It goes to the point that he almost sways, staring down at the much smaller strangers. His mind registers that he needs to go home. Back to Gabe, at least. Nobody here knows the full story and he wouldn't claim to, but he knows that the people here, for whatever reason, aren't a fan of his home. Were his mind not too hazy for intentional deception, maybe he would know that it was time to walk away. They were kind, but misunderstanding was always a problem.
Like with language. "Sí. Yes. I speak English." His tongue doesn't want to, and his mind struggles with the acrobatics of two languages, but now isn't the time for this. Laz slowly sinks down until he's sitting, his head almost to his chest. "I don't know what happened," he finally answers, turning to look at the wound. This wasn't his body, or his home, or his life. "I need to —" go home (he knows he can't like this) "— sleep."
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