Post by BlacKitten on Oct 28, 2014 18:32:26 GMT -5
Sunrise. The sky seamlessly enveloped in bright orange at the horizon, and the further out the clouds were from that ball of light, it appeared violet, then hazy blue, and then indigo. A refreshing cold air greeted his lungs, far warmer than the blood lusting atmosphere from last night. The cold even seemed to give a numbing effect on the wide slash wound from his right shoulder down to his left hip, a thin cut caused by the swing of a massive bloodstained scythe. As he glided through the air towards land with his fan-like wings, his beady black eyes gazed at the green scenery at the coast of closest island from here. It was smaller than where he came from, appearing like a forest, all cluttered up with trees and grass which were rare to see them in the North Blue, at least not as green and lush.
Cup-like ears captured sound beyond human capabilities; he could hear voices. However, it was uncertain to him if those voices were from deep in the island or just in his head.
Descending like a paper airplane, he landed like one too as he crashed into leafs and twigs that blinded his sight. With his wings folded, he clutched on top of a tree branch with his claws impaling the bark, not how a bat would usually rest. Lying on the side of his face, eyes closed, he could only pant at a rapid rate from his half-opened mouth.
Soon, consciousness faded into the void of his mind. Wings became arms and hands, and the small fragile body grew in every single dimension. Pointed ears shifted below and behind the temples; fur retracted and vanished beneath his dirtied clothes. Taking on the shape of a human, Pluto’s limbs hanged off at the side, feeling heavier than before. Patches of blood covered throughout his clothes; some belonged to him and some belonged to someone else. Returning from a near-death experience, he managed to hang on to his last thread of life, and even now, his life slipped away like evaporating steam.
Enervated, he stayed motionless on the branch like a dead sloth, and every so often, his violet eyes would open to see the color green before he closed them again. A pair of eyes vigilantly opened sharply the moment a flying lizard flew past him, causing a few strands of his black hair to bend with the breeze. “Ugh…,” he groaned by the resonating pain on his chest, arms, and legs, losing count on the number of wounds he had received. An arrow had pierced his arm and leg, a blade slashed across his frontal body, arms bruised by repeated battering, back sore from constant crashing to the ground, and the amount of blood he had lost was worrisome.
By the time he leaped off the low-leveled branch, feet stomping the soil and grass below, his body staggered to the side, forcing him to lean against the trunk for support. All senses of direction jumbled in his mind like a spinning compass; the world around him seemed to be revolving or perhaps this entire forest was just a shifting mirage.
R-re-be-cca… Are you… safe?
He closed his eyes, shaking his head slowly. Tch… why the hell am I thinking about her? I… need to worry about myself.
Knees caved in; his body dragged down against the rough bark as he collapsed on the ground, still leaning against the trunk.
This island… there are… people here…
The world grew dark again.