08-24-2020, 09:20 PM
Ezrakel Tsune
"It's as if he's haunting my every step, wanting me to break under his maddening presence."
Where's Ezekiel, Ezrakel?!
Where is he, where is your brother?
Their voices were all around him, begging and yelling at him for his brother. Their featureless faces swarmed his vision, along with the sound of waves crashing against him. He tried to yell, tried to lie to them, say 'I don't know!' and let the nightmare all be over with, but he couldn't speak.
W̸͕͛ȧ̸̡ḳ̸̯̿́e̸͕̔ ̷̪͒ȕ̷͈̯̅p̵̦͍̐͐,̵̙̓̊ ̴̹͋̿l̵̰̰̽î̷̙͚t̶̰̺̀t̴̢̔l̵̤͖̈́̿ê̴͕̔ ̶̞́̐ͅb̸̜͌r̶͔̮͘o̷̧̳͛̕t̷͖͆h̷̳̝̚e̸̟̊́r̴͙͔͌͆.̷̛̳̈
His own voice rang in his ears like a warning drum.
I̴̹̲̟̣͒̌͜ ̴̻̲͚̲̮̹̀Ȃ̴̝̫͗M̸̡͈͕͇̂̉̈̇ ̵͇̟̼̦̜̦̾̒͜ͅN̴̛̘̎͑̆̈́̇̚O̴͎̞̺͊͌͆̇̕͘Ť̴͕̮̜̮̗̋̑̿̀͐̕ ̶̪̪̭̌̐͘Ḏ̴̢̃̌̒Ö̵̦̖͉͍̖̅̽̈̈̓͆͜͠N̶̟̍̾̇̀̂̊E̶̝̻̠̻̊̔̏̈́̅͆̎̕ ̷̨̬͖̻͇̦̗͙͑͊W̴̨͐̓͝Ĭ̶͖̇́̓͗͗͘Ť̷̹̭͈̝̝̹̠̟̆̐̚͝H̴͈̦̻̜̿̇̇̎́̈́̏ ̴̘̔̆Ŷ̵͚̙͈͖͇̍͠Ò̴̼̟̺͙͔͛͗̇U̶̯͕̪̺̎͑̌̀͑̓͝ ̸̢͎̯͖̭͔̮͑̉͒̌̑͜͝Y̸̢̱͈̫̬̰͙͐͌̄͂̀̋Ę̵͖̲̤̓́̅͂̈́͗͝Ţ̴̦̹̱̠̫͎͕̋̏́͒̑
He jolted awake, body shivering as waves rolled over his body, lapping at his chest. For a moment, he didn't move. Then, like lightning hit him, he sat up, sand stuck in his fur as he looked at his bandages. God damn, did his wounds hurt, and they were almost fully healed.
Slowly, he came to realize 2 things. 1) His wounds hurt like the devil himself stuck his ugly claws into them, and 2) He had no idea where he was. The only thing he really remembered was slipping off the small cliffside during a rather bad storm. The sky was a dull blue with the late dawn, but he remembered it being nighttime when the storm hit. But, where the hell was he??
After quickly redoing his bandages, hissing every now and then due to the pain, he stood up. His eyes scanned the area as his nose sniffed at the air. Among the salty air, a faint feline scent hung in the air, along with other animals. For a moment, he relaxed, but then he tensed up.
'Other animals don't always mean safety.' But by god, did he want to have a group. He had heard of the ones at the main land, and the Typhoon (none of which really stuck his 9 month old fancy), but he never saw this island - perhaps there was another group?
He felt something brush against him, and he turned to look, yet saw nothing. He let out a deep sigh, then looked to the sky. After a moment he looked back at the shore.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" A stupid question, but a question nonetheless. He just had to make sure his voice was broadcasted as best it could be.
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗