BABY FLAT-LINE / myhri

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i lost my wallet and i'm lost, dear — tags

Being that he was, well, immortal, he had never thought over his own needs in the past. His purpose, always, has been to fill his duty as a God and serve the mortals in exchange of worship that he did not necessarily desire. He was familiar with the strange ailments that affect them, having to always replenish their bodies and worry of tiny enemies that they would never see without tools, like germs. But, he has never had to deal with them himself in however many years it has been - too many to know, so why would he think of worrying about them now? The possibility of him being mortal in this strange new situation did occur to him, many times, in fact. However, he had not accounted every single part of being mortal, and was not even sure if it was true. He'd no idea what thirst, exhaustion, or starvation felt like. Right now, it just felt bad. Like he was losing some sort of fight, but he wasn't sure what, and the obvious answers did not reach his head. It wasn't like he could just go up and ask, anyway.

And so, the jaguar continued to simply exist, moving about his days in a similar manner to if he was staying the night at a town. The new lands they found made plenty to be discovered, and they held his interest for now. The skinny jaguar was observing ice crystals on a piece of foliage for now, sniffing at it quietly. It was not often he got to see such cold lands, mostly travelling in more mild environments. The harsh cold was something he would need to get used to.

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