03-19-2020, 06:10 PM
It was odd, being awake again after so many days spent in a deep sleep, barely aware of the world around him. When he had been in his coma, it had felt as if he was in an entirely different world, where he was a whole different person, and none of the souls he had come to know ever existed. However, he had been able to remember everything about the Typhoon, and had spent every waking – or not so waking – moment attempting to get back to them. Fighting to get back into the arms of Kilius, and talk casually with Keona, and feel at home with Goldie. The wolf had admired Goldie ever since the first day he had met her, and that hadn't changed when he had fallen asleep, right after she had established herself as temporary leader of the Pitt. What she had done was incredibly brave, and he could only really ever imagine being as strong as she was. He wanted to be a hero like her, one day, but he'd never be able to do that if he was stuck inside his own head all the time, which was why he had fought his way out.
It had been several hours since he had woken up, disoriented, dehydrated, and starving. Thankfully it hadn't taken long for him to see a few familiar faces, and to get the food and water he so desperately needed, but there was still one face among them that he was longing to see – Goldie. It had taken a bit of gentle nudging for the hero of the wilds to get the information he was looking for, but eventually he had been informed which hut was Goldie's, having forgotten after so much time "away." The male looked a little bit better as he crossed through the sands towards Goldie's home, but he was still hardly anywhere near what he had been before the coma. His fur seemed to hang off of his bones, and the markings beneath his eyes had seemingly taken on a sickly eyebag nature. Despite this, the canine still found himself excited as he padded up to the door of Goldie's house, his tail swinging behind him as he rose a paw to knock on the door, "G... Goldie, are you home?" His voice was still fairly hoarse, both from months of disuse and his body recovering from dehydration – along with the fact he had never used it much in the first place.
It had been several hours since he had woken up, disoriented, dehydrated, and starving. Thankfully it hadn't taken long for him to see a few familiar faces, and to get the food and water he so desperately needed, but there was still one face among them that he was longing to see – Goldie. It had taken a bit of gentle nudging for the hero of the wilds to get the information he was looking for, but eventually he had been informed which hut was Goldie's, having forgotten after so much time "away." The male looked a little bit better as he crossed through the sands towards Goldie's home, but he was still hardly anywhere near what he had been before the coma. His fur seemed to hang off of his bones, and the markings beneath his eyes had seemingly taken on a sickly eyebag nature. Despite this, the canine still found himself excited as he padded up to the door of Goldie's house, his tail swinging behind him as he rose a paw to knock on the door, "G... Goldie, are you home?" His voice was still fairly hoarse, both from months of disuse and his body recovering from dehydration – along with the fact he had never used it much in the first place.
[glow=black,2,300]FOR YOU HAVE A DEMON TO SLAY[/glow]
[glow=#245dce,2,300]❝ HIDING IN SHADOWS CAN YOU FIGHT YOUR DEMONS, ♡
29 months & marked by fate [glow=#3b6b5c,2,300]———— can you face yourself? ❞