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01-26-2016, 06:26 PM
Kodiak
The light crust of snow crunched beneath his hooves and left a vast canvas for the swath of red he cast behind him. It had snowed sometime in the night, or perhaps the one before. He was having a fair amount of trouble keeping it all straight.
At the very least, he was certain the wounds were centered on the left side of his face, where a pulse of heat kept time with his heart. His eye was swollen to a slit that allowed only shadows and flickers of light to peek though the lashes. His right eye was the only thing keeping him from walking headlong into the nearest tree.
It was difficult to tell if there was anything else wrong. He must've stopped to check, but he couldn't quite recall what he'd found. Perhaps he should check again. But something pressed him to keep walking, though he couldn't remember if he was running from something or running to something. It would come to him if he just kept going, surely.
He coughed as something sticky and hot dripped into his nose, splattering a nearby fir with red. Pausing to blink his good eye at it for a moment, he couldn't help but wonder just how it had gotten there. Such a color didn't belong in the forest when it was painted white and green as it was now.
But he had somewhere to be and no time to dwell on Mother Nature's bewildering color palette. He merely shrugged at the tree and kept moving, one hoof in front of the other.
"Talk."
ooc: has memory loss from a head injury, bleeding freely and a few days old.
At the very least, he was certain the wounds were centered on the left side of his face, where a pulse of heat kept time with his heart. His eye was swollen to a slit that allowed only shadows and flickers of light to peek though the lashes. His right eye was the only thing keeping him from walking headlong into the nearest tree.
It was difficult to tell if there was anything else wrong. He must've stopped to check, but he couldn't quite recall what he'd found. Perhaps he should check again. But something pressed him to keep walking, though he couldn't remember if he was running from something or running to something. It would come to him if he just kept going, surely.
He coughed as something sticky and hot dripped into his nose, splattering a nearby fir with red. Pausing to blink his good eye at it for a moment, he couldn't help but wonder just how it had gotten there. Such a color didn't belong in the forest when it was painted white and green as it was now.
But he had somewhere to be and no time to dwell on Mother Nature's bewildering color palette. He merely shrugged at the tree and kept moving, one hoof in front of the other.
"Talk."
ooc: has memory loss from a head injury, bleeding freely and a few days old.
I'm walking the long road
watching the sky fall
watching the sky fall
