04-17-2018, 10:22 AM
At that point, he could barely remember anything about his previous life. Bits and pieces were there, glimpses of scenes in his mind's eye--the shadowed faces of people, glances of random places he vaguely recognized, some images even coming with the hints of smells in his nose--but for the most part, he couldn't recall anything major. The only thing he could remember was his name and the fact that he wasn't supposed to be a canine of all things. He knew that this wasn't his body, or at least, it hadn't been originally.
His brain was buzzing as he tried to put the puzzle pieces together to form a bigger picture, but there were also other things he had to focus on, first. Such as this large dome in the distance. He still wasn't sure where he was or what he was getting into, but there was only one way to find out.
Hughes stopped in his tracks at the protruding smell that hit him, turning to look around when he spotted the tiger. It definitely didn't belong here, that large feline, yet here it was in front of him. Naturally, he was immediately on guard, expecting it to lash out and attack him. But then it does the unexpected and suddenly starts speaking to him. He's baffled, blinking in surprise and his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. But he's quick to pull himself together, an uncomfortable smile making it's way onto his mouth.
"Uh, hello there? My name's Maes Hughes--but just call me Hughes," his voice was shaky from the dryness in his throat. He finds the whole situation bizarre, talking to some odd-colored tiger out in the middle of nowhere. "I'm kind of lost. Do you know where we are, by any chance?" he's willing to bet that he does.
He doesn't recognize the male yet. Unlike him, he bore little resemblance to his old form, save for the unseen marks on his pawpads. Still, he feels an inkling of recognition, like he had seen him somewhere before. But he shrugs it off, deciding that it was impossible.
"SPEECH"
His brain was buzzing as he tried to put the puzzle pieces together to form a bigger picture, but there were also other things he had to focus on, first. Such as this large dome in the distance. He still wasn't sure where he was or what he was getting into, but there was only one way to find out.
Hughes stopped in his tracks at the protruding smell that hit him, turning to look around when he spotted the tiger. It definitely didn't belong here, that large feline, yet here it was in front of him. Naturally, he was immediately on guard, expecting it to lash out and attack him. But then it does the unexpected and suddenly starts speaking to him. He's baffled, blinking in surprise and his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. But he's quick to pull himself together, an uncomfortable smile making it's way onto his mouth.
"Uh, hello there? My name's Maes Hughes--but just call me Hughes," his voice was shaky from the dryness in his throat. He finds the whole situation bizarre, talking to some odd-colored tiger out in the middle of nowhere. "I'm kind of lost. Do you know where we are, by any chance?" he's willing to bet that he does.
He doesn't recognize the male yet. Unlike him, he bore little resemblance to his old form, save for the unseen marks on his pawpads. Still, he feels an inkling of recognition, like he had seen him somewhere before. But he shrugs it off, deciding that it was impossible.
"SPEECH"