[SOLO] The dead have no second anything
Yll Tempesto


Age: 31 | Height: 5' 0" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 0 - Strg: 10 - Dext: 10 - Endr: 15 - Luck: - Int:
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An hour had passed since he had awoken in a sea of blood - his blood and not his blood, but his all the same. He wasn't sure how he was alive or what the glimmering of another land inside a sparkling tunnel was, but he saw prey, he saw land, and he saw no other wolves. He could want for nothing more, and his instincts pointed him there, as if all the pain and beatings he had took as a ship battered around in the storm of what was his life had all been a pointless waiting for this moment. The thought angered him and he had little energy left to spare or to use on pointless thinking. He was wolf, he lived in the present, so he willed his brain to shut down and instead his legs to use what precious little energy he could muster up to move forwards, walking, gagging, gurgling, slowly but steadily until he stood on unfamiliar ground. This place was lonlier and  more devastated than where he had come from; it suited him well.

And when he was through, the rushing wind that had accompanied that strange passage died abruptly, and he knew the tunnel that should not exist but had was utterly gone, as if it had never existed at all. He stood not on four paws but on two naked legs. He tried to take a step, but stumbled, both out of sheer exhaustion and out of clumsiness, unused to this body. He felt this man was strong as he was, as willful, and that he had as many more years of life in this body as an elf to a human. He knew he was not a babe but as old as he had felt in his furred past form. He did not bother to check his genitalia, he knew it was there, and it was not important.

The dirt colliding with his face was a wake-up call that he had been thinking instead of focusing, a gift that he had rarely allowed himself in the past. He felt pain on his face and the sting of dirt and grains of sand and tiny rocks, but it hurt most around his throat, where most of his injuries were concentrated. His family was not safe, but they were better off without him. This gave him a bead of peace, but that thought felt to be his last, as his body was shutting down, having expended all energy on so few steps. His sight filled with red, his heard beat in his head, and his face felt every grain of sand.


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It was Dylan who had seen a man come through the portal, and either from his view or from the magic that made these portals, or merely by the power of this land, he never saw a wolf, only a man, as naked as the day he was born. The man stepped forwards with all the grace of such a babe, fell, and was down for the count. He said nothing. It was not his concern.

A sheep trotted past his view and he focused on it instead, on the overcast grey sky, and on the modest patch of growing crop that would be their survival or their undoing. The land was rocky and tough, but had a fair fertility about it, enough to grow, but not enough to prosper. Their well seemed outlined against that vast expanse of gray sky and mountain ranges jutting out of the earth in the distance.

"Dammnit Dylan why didn't you say nothin.", Dare came rushing out of the house, what they called their dwelling but was more a precarious conglomeration of wooden beams, palm fronds, and fire-hardened mud. Dare rushed towards the man, past him.

"It ain't our concern!", Dylan shouted before Dare was out of earshot, more worried about the hustle that Dare put into his jog than anything else. He hadn't seen that man move so fast since their last dwelling burned to the ground.

Dare knelt beside the man in the distance, touching his neck and wrist and forehead and putting his head to his chest, and all other manner of medical checks that neither of them knew and they both just guessed at as they went along. Dare lifted his head up and shouted something, but Dylan couldn't hear what he had said.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get some water and the two long poles.", he grumbled aloud to himself, and set off for his tasks in being roped into caring for a stranger he didn't much care for.

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