02-18-2022, 12:59 AM
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HOW COULD YOU BE SO HEARTLESS -
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[OOC: if you saw my last failed attempt at return, no you didn't hehe. also pardon my writing, it's been a whilllllllllleeeeeeeeeeee. and anyone can feel free to post!!!! please do it gives me muse]
He smelled the world before he first saw it. The scent of dirt was flooding his senses, a wet earthy smell. It was comforting and clean to him. Perhaps it was the typical negligence of a child, but his lungs were screaming for air. Forgetting something so trivial. The boy went to gasp for air but began gagging, something was lodged in his throat. His bliss was over that fast. His eyes opened in alarm, immediately burning from the harsh sunlight. He tried to whimper as he squinted. The thunder of his heart was all he heard as one word repeated in his mind.
air, air, air
It was all the cub could focus on. Desperately he stood up, as his eyes widened. The stress was making him sick. He stood there with his face facing the floor. Breathe! Breathe! Next thing he knew he was throwing up. A wretched thick pool of slime and mud landed on the floor. He was trying to hold onto any little breath he could in between the dry heaves. After some time, it felt like forever, he calmed down. His ribs ached and upon further inspection, he had had a mouthful of dirt. A fluffy black paw was attempting to wipe it out with little success.
"Bleh!" he exclaimed. Nasty nasty stuff, he would think as he shook his fluffy face. More dirt felt. As a matter of fact, his whole body was covered in mud and dirt. Being a young boy he wasn't grossed out.
How did that get there? Actually, how did he get here? The cub sat for a few minutes thinking, he couldn't remember anything prior to this. He couldn't even remember his name. Was there anyone special? Is anyone looking for him? The boy didn't know and he didn't feel so alone or worried. Not that there was anything wrong. Despite his panic, his previously worried face was quickly replaced with a joyous one. He heard birds chirping, frogs in the distance, and the gentle rustle of grass. Although he did not know that these were the names of what he was tuning in to. He just sat there all happy to sway to the symphony of the world around him.
Wherever he was, he seemed content in the moment.
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: if you saw my last failed attempt at return, no you didn't hehe. also pardon my writing, it's been a whilllllllllleeeeeeeeeeee. and anyone can feel free to post!!!! please do it gives me muse]
He smelled the world before he first saw it. The scent of dirt was flooding his senses, a wet earthy smell. It was comforting and clean to him. Perhaps it was the typical negligence of a child, but his lungs were screaming for air. Forgetting something so trivial. The boy went to gasp for air but began gagging, something was lodged in his throat. His bliss was over that fast. His eyes opened in alarm, immediately burning from the harsh sunlight. He tried to whimper as he squinted. The thunder of his heart was all he heard as one word repeated in his mind.
air, air, air
It was all the cub could focus on. Desperately he stood up, as his eyes widened. The stress was making him sick. He stood there with his face facing the floor. Breathe! Breathe! Next thing he knew he was throwing up. A wretched thick pool of slime and mud landed on the floor. He was trying to hold onto any little breath he could in between the dry heaves. After some time, it felt like forever, he calmed down. His ribs ached and upon further inspection, he had had a mouthful of dirt. A fluffy black paw was attempting to wipe it out with little success.
"Bleh!" he exclaimed. Nasty nasty stuff, he would think as he shook his fluffy face. More dirt felt. As a matter of fact, his whole body was covered in mud and dirt. Being a young boy he wasn't grossed out.
How did that get there? Actually, how did he get here? The cub sat for a few minutes thinking, he couldn't remember anything prior to this. He couldn't even remember his name. Was there anyone special? Is anyone looking for him? The boy didn't know and he didn't feel so alone or worried. Not that there was anything wrong. Despite his panic, his previously worried face was quickly replaced with a joyous one. He heard birds chirping, frogs in the distance, and the gentle rustle of grass. Although he did not know that these were the names of what he was tuning in to. He just sat there all happy to sway to the symphony of the world around him.
Wherever he was, he seemed content in the moment.