02-27-2020, 12:16 PM
Blits felt uncomfortable for numerous reasons. Biggest reason? No boyfriend. No where. No ideas to where he could even begin to look for his one and only. His mind was racing so fast that no thoughts were breaking from the rapids to actually have any bearing to him. Hyperventilating, striking more panic in him. The next biggest reason? He was outside. Blits had never been outside for more than a few hours his whole life. He was usually inside of buildings, underground, within glass domes and away from where the sky and the sun was. The way of life he had was simple and contained. Outside there were no confinements. When he was younger, he had relished the time spent outside. Now it furthered the panic, digging into him. The change in body bothered him too, but no where near as badly as the prior two statements did. His lungs felt like they were being grabbed and jostled by sharp and jagged claws. He hated it.
Another person was showing up. Blits' attention shifted, his talons digging into the ground beneath him. Nervously shifting from side to side, barbed tail swinging behind him. 'Chill out'. What did that mean? More words coming his way, most of them without any definition that Blits could use for them. Chilling out, why did he need to be cold? What benefit would cold due for him currently? How would he even do such a thing? A typhoon, it was familiar, he'd heard it once. Why was a 'the' in front of it? A typhoon was a thing, a weather condition, right? Not a place. Islands were also a place. Pirates. What were pirates. "I-I don't..." He trailed off. Questioning about those words could come later. Not now. He needed to calm down, even if his fried mind was jumping around and refusing to stay grounded for a few seconds.
"N-No, it's not ringing any bells. Minus th-the one I just rang," Blits mumbled, his tail curling to point at the bell that previously he had been feverishly nudging with a feathered wing. He was breathing hard still, tongue tripping over his own words. His pronunciations were odd, foreign, accented. He had been taught this language by the one he was looking for. Commonly those lessons had ended with nothing actually being learned and them becoming a laughing mess of watching movies on the carpet of their shared room on their shared bed. "I don't know where I am a-at all." Blits adds on after a few moments more. His feet shuffle closer together, more notions of the nerves surging off him in waves. His head then jerks around, looking at the scenery around him once more. This was no dome within a methane sea. This was not home. He was stranded, again, and nervous chirping noises parted from his mouth again. "Not at all, n-not at all. Don't know where I, I have no idea where I am. I need a, a place t-to stay, probably..." Despite being told that he was within a place called the Typhoon, which was on an island, his mind simply didn't register it in the slightest.
Another person was showing up. Blits' attention shifted, his talons digging into the ground beneath him. Nervously shifting from side to side, barbed tail swinging behind him. 'Chill out'. What did that mean? More words coming his way, most of them without any definition that Blits could use for them. Chilling out, why did he need to be cold? What benefit would cold due for him currently? How would he even do such a thing? A typhoon, it was familiar, he'd heard it once. Why was a 'the' in front of it? A typhoon was a thing, a weather condition, right? Not a place. Islands were also a place. Pirates. What were pirates. "I-I don't..." He trailed off. Questioning about those words could come later. Not now. He needed to calm down, even if his fried mind was jumping around and refusing to stay grounded for a few seconds.
"N-No, it's not ringing any bells. Minus th-the one I just rang," Blits mumbled, his tail curling to point at the bell that previously he had been feverishly nudging with a feathered wing. He was breathing hard still, tongue tripping over his own words. His pronunciations were odd, foreign, accented. He had been taught this language by the one he was looking for. Commonly those lessons had ended with nothing actually being learned and them becoming a laughing mess of watching movies on the carpet of their shared room on their shared bed. "I don't know where I am a-at all." Blits adds on after a few moments more. His feet shuffle closer together, more notions of the nerves surging off him in waves. His head then jerks around, looking at the scenery around him once more. This was no dome within a methane sea. This was not home. He was stranded, again, and nervous chirping noises parted from his mouth again. "Not at all, n-not at all. Don't know where I, I have no idea where I am. I need a, a place t-to stay, probably..." Despite being told that he was within a place called the Typhoon, which was on an island, his mind simply didn't register it in the slightest.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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