Post by Nasakeshira on Jul 19, 2013 1:39:53 GMT -5
Corvun bobbed up and down, drifting in, and out of sleep. The passage of time was surreal. He'd be asleep and wake up with the sun and then go back to sleep and wake up with the sun still there. Had days passed? Or was it a quick nap, Corvun began wondering if it was all a dream. Perhaps its the afterlife, he was currently in limbo. Sentenced to drift forever in this plane of existence. Dreams and reality began to mix, and Corvun had stopped trying to remember. What was I doing before? Corvun fell asleep yet again.
As if being pulled over a cliff by an insurmountable weight, Corvun's consciousness tumbled through the haze and into reality. Waking, as if his heart and brain had just been zapped by a lightning bolt. He rolled over onto his back and off the piece of driftwood. The first thing Corvun noticed were the lack of stars. It was dark, so dark he couldn't even see his hand in front of him and there was no moon, I must still be dreaming, he thought to himself. He lie on the ground, conscious, for what seemed like an eternity. Unsure of himself Corvun rested his tired body on the sand... sand. Corvun had just realized the softness beneath his body. The soft grainy texture of fine sand. He took solace in the fact that he could recognize something in this profound ocean of the mind. He lied on the ground with the simple comfort that he must be alive, because they don't have sand in heaven or hell. And then there it was, with all its glory a light broke on the horizon. The sun had began its slow march across the horizon, and with the rising of the sun, Corvun's mind finally broke free of the fog and haze of his surreal existence. Finally, enough there was enough light for Corvun to examine his surroundings. Sitting up he looked left and then right and turned his body around to look behind him. His feet were pointing towards the ocean, and to his left and right for miles he could see driftwood. Pieces of the ship that was blown to kingdom come, and with it supplies from the ship washed onto the shore.
Corvun's stomach gurgled, the onset of hunger, oddly enough, gave him strength. He struggled to his feet, stumbled a bit, and then stabilized. Corvun was still far from his normal state of mind, he was in survival mode. The duality of his laziness and lust for battle were silenced in his mind. His only focus was recovery and thus he stumbled and fell along the beach side. In a matter of minutes he found a can, without a second thought he used a piece of wood and bust open the top. The can was filled with black beans. After downing the can and swallowing every bean, he went back to one of the dead bodies and pulled off a canteen. Corvun drank the water and tossed it. Falling to his feet, he rolled into some shade and went to sleep again. When he woke up it was high noon, and it was blazing. Where the water met the sand steam began forming. Corvun yawned, besides from being a little dehydrated and starving he was normal again.
"Gotta find some clothes... clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes." He repeated to himself five times. The seawater had finally dried and he was getting his full strength back. He again scanned the area and scavenged the dead. Corvun began throwing the pieces of clothes he found on top of the taller driftwood to dry. In a matter of minutes he had a long-sleeved shirt, it was loose fitting and some boots. Tearing up some linens he made a makeshift face mask to protect against the sand. Corvun feeling proud of his work, suddenly sighed and slumped his shoulders, "I hate walking. Especially in this heat." He began walking alongside the beach. "Why don't I just transform." Relaxing he tried to transform, but couldn't. He gave up almost immediately, and with a sigh he began his scavenger hunt along the beach.
With his sense of time restored, he judged he'd been looking for an hour, so he sat down. "Stupid desert. I mean the summer is awesome and all but this is just too hot." He entertained himself by talking to himself. He complained about the issue at hand and started talking about Clause. "I hope he's doing fine." The waves had deposited yet another item. Corvun had the feeling he'd regret it if he didn't check what it was. Getting closer to the waves on the beach he waited for them to recede one more time before dashing forward grabbing the item covered in seaweeds and dashed back out before the water could touch him. "Stupid sea, I probably swallowed some sea water thats why I can't transform." He continued to complain as he dragged the rather familiarly weighted object towards his resting spot. Tearing away the seaweed he discovered it was his Sen Katana. They had a little wear and rust from the seawater but the case and combination of seaweed must have kept it in tip top condition. Slinging it over his shoulder the Black Feather again began traveling along the shoreline.
Corvun guesstimated that he had been walking for another three hours, and with no survivors yet assumed he was the only one to survive. Eating and drinking the rare canned goods and water bags. With his journey probably being miles he had finally come across something... quite peculiar. A panda lying out on the beach under some shade, around him was a stockpile of food and water, kicking back and relaxing acting all cool as he ate a lot of not so fresh food. Corvun suddenly remembered, he had used a panda as a stepping stool when fighting Wild Wolf. Relaxing he approached slowly, the closer he got the more he realized, that the panda was just a costume. There was somebody inside of it... I don't feel like fighting, my feet hurt, and I'm still thirsty. Why does trouble and hard work follow me wherever I go? As Corvun thought this he unconsciously scratched at the scars he received as a slave. Well I might as well see if he's friendly. Maybe he'll share? Ha ha ha ha ha ha eh. Seriously though I'll starve to death. Clearing his throat and being polite as possible, "may I have some food plea-" Corvun uncharacteristically putting effort forth, dove for the food.
As if being pulled over a cliff by an insurmountable weight, Corvun's consciousness tumbled through the haze and into reality. Waking, as if his heart and brain had just been zapped by a lightning bolt. He rolled over onto his back and off the piece of driftwood. The first thing Corvun noticed were the lack of stars. It was dark, so dark he couldn't even see his hand in front of him and there was no moon, I must still be dreaming, he thought to himself. He lie on the ground, conscious, for what seemed like an eternity. Unsure of himself Corvun rested his tired body on the sand... sand. Corvun had just realized the softness beneath his body. The soft grainy texture of fine sand. He took solace in the fact that he could recognize something in this profound ocean of the mind. He lied on the ground with the simple comfort that he must be alive, because they don't have sand in heaven or hell. And then there it was, with all its glory a light broke on the horizon. The sun had began its slow march across the horizon, and with the rising of the sun, Corvun's mind finally broke free of the fog and haze of his surreal existence. Finally, enough there was enough light for Corvun to examine his surroundings. Sitting up he looked left and then right and turned his body around to look behind him. His feet were pointing towards the ocean, and to his left and right for miles he could see driftwood. Pieces of the ship that was blown to kingdom come, and with it supplies from the ship washed onto the shore.
Corvun's stomach gurgled, the onset of hunger, oddly enough, gave him strength. He struggled to his feet, stumbled a bit, and then stabilized. Corvun was still far from his normal state of mind, he was in survival mode. The duality of his laziness and lust for battle were silenced in his mind. His only focus was recovery and thus he stumbled and fell along the beach side. In a matter of minutes he found a can, without a second thought he used a piece of wood and bust open the top. The can was filled with black beans. After downing the can and swallowing every bean, he went back to one of the dead bodies and pulled off a canteen. Corvun drank the water and tossed it. Falling to his feet, he rolled into some shade and went to sleep again. When he woke up it was high noon, and it was blazing. Where the water met the sand steam began forming. Corvun yawned, besides from being a little dehydrated and starving he was normal again.
"Gotta find some clothes... clothes clothes clothes clothes clothes." He repeated to himself five times. The seawater had finally dried and he was getting his full strength back. He again scanned the area and scavenged the dead. Corvun began throwing the pieces of clothes he found on top of the taller driftwood to dry. In a matter of minutes he had a long-sleeved shirt, it was loose fitting and some boots. Tearing up some linens he made a makeshift face mask to protect against the sand. Corvun feeling proud of his work, suddenly sighed and slumped his shoulders, "I hate walking. Especially in this heat." He began walking alongside the beach. "Why don't I just transform." Relaxing he tried to transform, but couldn't. He gave up almost immediately, and with a sigh he began his scavenger hunt along the beach.
With his sense of time restored, he judged he'd been looking for an hour, so he sat down. "Stupid desert. I mean the summer is awesome and all but this is just too hot." He entertained himself by talking to himself. He complained about the issue at hand and started talking about Clause. "I hope he's doing fine." The waves had deposited yet another item. Corvun had the feeling he'd regret it if he didn't check what it was. Getting closer to the waves on the beach he waited for them to recede one more time before dashing forward grabbing the item covered in seaweeds and dashed back out before the water could touch him. "Stupid sea, I probably swallowed some sea water thats why I can't transform." He continued to complain as he dragged the rather familiarly weighted object towards his resting spot. Tearing away the seaweed he discovered it was his Sen Katana. They had a little wear and rust from the seawater but the case and combination of seaweed must have kept it in tip top condition. Slinging it over his shoulder the Black Feather again began traveling along the shoreline.
Corvun guesstimated that he had been walking for another three hours, and with no survivors yet assumed he was the only one to survive. Eating and drinking the rare canned goods and water bags. With his journey probably being miles he had finally come across something... quite peculiar. A panda lying out on the beach under some shade, around him was a stockpile of food and water, kicking back and relaxing acting all cool as he ate a lot of not so fresh food. Corvun suddenly remembered, he had used a panda as a stepping stool when fighting Wild Wolf. Relaxing he approached slowly, the closer he got the more he realized, that the panda was just a costume. There was somebody inside of it... I don't feel like fighting, my feet hurt, and I'm still thirsty. Why does trouble and hard work follow me wherever I go? As Corvun thought this he unconsciously scratched at the scars he received as a slave. Well I might as well see if he's friendly. Maybe he'll share? Ha ha ha ha ha ha eh. Seriously though I'll starve to death. Clearing his throat and being polite as possible, "may I have some food plea-" Corvun uncharacteristically putting effort forth, dove for the food.