10-29-2018, 08:56 PM
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Since he arrived here so unceremoniously a week ago, Lazarus had spent most of his time sleeping. A healing injury left him exhausted and hot all over, each subtle rock of the ground underneath his feet making him queasy. He would stand and then stumble, go back to sleep for just one more hour. But somehow, he stayed hydrated and kept most of his food down. Bandages changed, wounds closing up. He's nowhere near back to normal, but he's well enough for slow movements and hazy thoughts. The hybrid stood up with his head low, only tossing half-awkward, half-uncertain glances at people he passes by. Buildings here are colorful and bright, painted with pictures that he doesn't entirely understand. He needs to get home, though — people aren't worried, since he's supposed to be dead. That thought still has the hybrid's stomach sinking. He's not entirely over the idea that... maybe it's better this way.
Uneasy and unhappy, Lazarus finds himself at the edge of Sunhaven's camp, and the source of the rocking. Water. A long, tufted tail lashes behind him and red eyes widen slightly at the sight of it. He had grown up in an empty concrete world, far away from lush grass and blue water. Seeing this leaves him unnerved, but gently so. He wants to say something — anything — but he doesn't know what and there's nobody here, anyway. So he sits, tail flicking slowly against the bandage across his hind leg.
Since he arrived here so unceremoniously a week ago, Lazarus had spent most of his time sleeping. A healing injury left him exhausted and hot all over, each subtle rock of the ground underneath his feet making him queasy. He would stand and then stumble, go back to sleep for just one more hour. But somehow, he stayed hydrated and kept most of his food down. Bandages changed, wounds closing up. He's nowhere near back to normal, but he's well enough for slow movements and hazy thoughts. The hybrid stood up with his head low, only tossing half-awkward, half-uncertain glances at people he passes by. Buildings here are colorful and bright, painted with pictures that he doesn't entirely understand. He needs to get home, though — people aren't worried, since he's supposed to be dead. That thought still has the hybrid's stomach sinking. He's not entirely over the idea that... maybe it's better this way.
Uneasy and unhappy, Lazarus finds himself at the edge of Sunhaven's camp, and the source of the rocking. Water. A long, tufted tail lashes behind him and red eyes widen slightly at the sight of it. He had grown up in an empty concrete world, far away from lush grass and blue water. Seeing this leaves him unnerved, but gently so. He wants to say something — anything — but he doesn't know what and there's nobody here, anyway. So he sits, tail flicking slowly against the bandage across his hind leg.
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