12-09-2018, 06:48 AM
There was something familiar about this soggy path, about the way the ocean water turned to steam beneath his paws. A lot of things felt familiar these days. It didn't mean this place was anything special, of course. He had felt the same sense of deja vu this morning when eating his breakfast. It was better safe than sorry though, any hint of familiarity was a step closer to piecing together the fragments of his old memories. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered with this whole cycle, he was never the same person as the past version of himself. Anyone that knew the old Luca was always turned off by his disappearances followed by personality shifts, and then more disappearances. Not that it lead to any disappointment. Anyone that knew him was glad to have him gone.
He chewed idly on the plastic of a lollipop stick as the rumoured island finally came into view. At least he wasn't on some wild goose chase. His paws were aching at this point, but it was nothing that he wasn't used to. Years of training had prepared him for any sort of physical effort, so he was able to brush it off without so much as a second thought. No amount of training could lessen the distracting tightness of his chest, however. He was reaching his limit when it came to his malfunctioning lungs. At least it looked like his information was correct, so he'd be able to rest his body soon enough.
The soft clinking of his overgrown claws against the rails beneath them soon slowed, and then came to a complete halt. He'd reached the entrance, it seemed. Luca's eyes fell on the bells, but they moved on with a snort and a crinkle of his nose. Shrill noises were like a hammer to his head, he'd rather be attacked than suffer through that. After a quick survey his paws lifted again, carrying him right past the gates and into the territory. There was nothing really interesting there, it was animals he was after. A deep longing thrummed in his soul, a need that he couldn't quite place. Whether this desire was for his memories or something more specific, well, only time could tell.
He chewed idly on the plastic of a lollipop stick as the rumoured island finally came into view. At least he wasn't on some wild goose chase. His paws were aching at this point, but it was nothing that he wasn't used to. Years of training had prepared him for any sort of physical effort, so he was able to brush it off without so much as a second thought. No amount of training could lessen the distracting tightness of his chest, however. He was reaching his limit when it came to his malfunctioning lungs. At least it looked like his information was correct, so he'd be able to rest his body soon enough.
The soft clinking of his overgrown claws against the rails beneath them soon slowed, and then came to a complete halt. He'd reached the entrance, it seemed. Luca's eyes fell on the bells, but they moved on with a snort and a crinkle of his nose. Shrill noises were like a hammer to his head, he'd rather be attacked than suffer through that. After a quick survey his paws lifted again, carrying him right past the gates and into the territory. There was nothing really interesting there, it was animals he was after. A deep longing thrummed in his soul, a need that he couldn't quite place. Whether this desire was for his memories or something more specific, well, only time could tell.
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