As I awake I am met with the most excruciating headache. My vision is alas, still obsolete. Though, it seems as though I can see shadows? Shapes? I bring a paw to my face to attempt to rub the fogginess and pain away. Instead I am met with a sharp spike to the cheek. What the hell was that? Confused, I shake my leg and try again to rub my eye. Again, I am met with a sharp object to my face. It is then that I notice the itching sensation crawling up all four of my limbs. Panic begins to walk itself across my mind. Why does this shit keep happening to me I role my theoretical eyes and let out a deep sigh in an attempt to keep myself collected.
Alright self, think I take a deep breath and tilt my nose to the sky. I allow the feeling of the crisp air to fill my nares and dance between my hairs. I remain in the same position for some moments. When I lower my face again, I notice that I wasn’t imagining the shapes I was seeing. I was no longer drowning in complete darkness; I could see the shapes of the trees. Though, instead of dark shadows, they were almost white. It looked as though the world was completely inverted. So, the shadows I had been seeing were so strange because… they were empty space? Perhaps in my earlier panic and loss of memory I had not noticed the shapes. But what of my legs?
I stand and walk in a small circle. Still groggy from whatever the hell just happened to me I stumble but am able to walk at least. My legs feel funny, stiff almost. And my body feels as though a heavy burden had been set upon my shoulders. I lower my nose to a front limb and sniff deeply. It smells…. Different? But… It IS my leg.. ever so carefully I reach my tongue out. I am met this time with something… scaly? It still tastes like me.. kind of..it has an unnatural taste to it. My tongue again meets something pointy as well and I recoil in shock. At this point, panic again begins to envelope my small cream body. Finally I lose all control and take off running. This time I use my new discovered shapes to avoid total face planting. I needed to get back to my new pack. Someone there would be able to help me. I hope.
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Player (OOC) Name: Pompeii
Email: dkw-designs@comcast.net
Leviathan
From the mouth of the ocean and the eye of the wave
You erupt in my being and leap from my grave;
A lover so gloomy, yet dreadfully bright
You're clothed with darkness but crowned with light.
You come in the spark, you soar with the fire
The mist is your pillow, the tornado your choir;
I will kiss you to sleep on the wild ocean crest
A sleeping volcano, an earthquake at rest.
Male || Lone || Young Adult || Vipera :: African Bush Viper
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