Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2014 13:16:26 GMT -5
The world was angry.
That was all he could think of, as he continued his plight of remaining above the ocean's harsh waves and unknown depths. It was cold, bitter, and cruel in its actions. Time and time again the waves caressed his tired body, lulling him towards the false safety hood of beneath the water's surface. Only for him to have to fight tooth and claw against it, legs kicking frantically as he propelled himself up and forward, towards an area of land he didn't know the existence of. Every now and then his legs or paw caught onto something akin to solid land, and he would scramble to gain traction, only to have it all swept away from him with a harsh wave of water.
It was a tiring game of life or death. And he was afraid of losing with his single goal in life unfulfilled. But it gave him hope, made him continue to paddle forwards and not give up. He had a job to do, one of great importance. He might not have known what it exactly was, but it had to do with something hidden in the ocean. It had to.
That was what the voices had said to him. And not once had they lied or mislead him. But following their orders had gotten him into this mess, and not long after did they stop talking to him entirely.
His swimming intensified, as much as it hurt. Because everything else was better then coming to terms with what had happened not long ago. Even if it did mean burning muscles, torn skin, and severe exhaustion.
With gasping breaths, he finally stumbled onto dry, solid land.
The island's shore was cold and grainy beneath his beaten frame, the combination of salt water and sand leaving his body aflame and somehow numb at the same time. Everything beneath his skin was on fire, sore and bruised. Yet, he was alive.
Endless hours of walking did not kill him, nor did the ocean with its angry, smothering waves. He felt immortal. But his self-proclaimed immortality did not leave him free of pain and anguish, and he finally allowed himself to show weakness. A deep groan mixed with a swallowed whimper, he shuddered and curled into himself.
The ocean's waves continued to nip at him, tugging at the tips of his fur, but he remained firmly rooted to the sandy ground, ignoring the icy grabbing in favour of rest. Everything hurt, he whined to himself. His chest burned, eyes stung, and wounds were aflame, but he was still somehow alive.
His impulsive decision to march across endless wasteland did not end in death, but a chance at a new life. It gave him a chance to reveal that he wasn't worthless, but instead loyal and determined. And perhaps this would break the silence of the voices inside of his head. Maybe this would let him reconnect to the only parental figures he ever had.
He was still lost as could be. Instead he was now inside of a foreign world with stranger beings, and without anything to guide him.
His breathing quickened at the thought of it. He was utterly alone, no more voices inside of his head to guide him. With another muted whine, he continued to collapse into himself. The ocean continued to bite at him, caressing waves trying to lull him back into their ominous depths, and combined with the frosted air, left him shivering and suddenly feeling small and insignificant.
It triggered something inside of him, left a sudden gaping hole deep within him. And it made his muscles contract, features and body language going tense and still. His already messed up breathing continued to speed up, going harsh and ragged. He couldn't breath, almost didn't want to.
So he curled up around himself as tight as possible, instead choosing to focus on slowing his breathing and ridding himself of whatever negative feelings clung to him.
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