we were sure god was dead / open, joining

[madster]

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voices surrounded him, and out of pure instinct- something new to him- he curled tighter into a ball, gritting his teeth. these new desires bubbled in his head, firmly rooting his place as nothing but an animal. he couldn't recall what he had been prior, but defending himself was all he knew. he wasn't going to die out here, in the cold and in the rain.

eventually, though, he relaxed. the voices were... calm, and friendly. he wasn't smart enough to think it could have possibly been a trap. "oh..." his quiet voice rang out, repeating what he had said earlier. "i-i can... walk, don't worry," the winged feline muttered, pushing himself to his paws.

"please help me. i'm.... so lost," he begged. he didn't even know his own name. what did he know? he knew that he felt awful, so nauseous, so ill. malaise. that was what he'd call himself until he could remember his real name. "my name is malaise. it's... i'm... so cold." he shivered. "here... to join?" he clarified, unsure of what that meant. "what do you mean? are you a group.. or something?"