01-06-2018, 03:39 PM
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In all of the crowds that had been pushed steadily upwards, away from the radiation and destruction of the world they had left behind them, none of them were home. Some came in groups, clinging to the remnants of their lives before the disaster. It leaves a certain bitter taste in the mouths of others, the ones that had nothing left to cling to. He supposes that he would fit into that list better than the other, but that still wasn't the entire truth. They lost their homes and their families. That wasn't the case with him. It felt as if everyone else was here to salvage some of what they had  Benevolentpaw was just here because he has to be. That's the easy answer to why his expression is so sour. The lanky leopard had been ignoring everyone and everything he could since he got here, aside from those that pertained directly to his survival. Otherwise, the awkward young feline had been on his own.
The thing that changes that today is nothing less than pure personal agony. His head feels as if it's going to split in two, one long fissure from the middle of his forehead to the back of his skull. The ache radiates from there like cracks of lighting underneath his skin, and with every additional spark, Benevolentpaw seems to try and sink farther into the ground where he's laying. It's almost comical, really, just how flat the leopard can get when under some sort of stress. Head on the ground between his paws and stomach pressed fully against the dirt, black fur shining gently in the light. His tail flicks behind him, slapping down hard enough to send up clouds of light mountain dust. The babbling of the nearby stream does nothing but worsen the mood, and breaking his long silence is a vicious growl that rumbles in his throat before breaking past his teeth.
It subsides one long moment after that. When moderate brown eyes open again, the clear irritation remains, but Ben still lifts his head. They've been happening more and more frequently since he got here. Maybe it's the atmosphere, or the stress, or  whatever else. But the pain was accompanied by something new, and the start of that was what had pushed him here in the first place. His attention falls to a rock. Smaller than his paw and neatly shaped, and even though it's so far away, he can feel it. Stable and firm and there, even when he closes his eyes. Perhaps especially then, but he keeps them open. As he stares, and reaches, it lifts. Time feels slow in that moment, watching it tip back and forth before settling. It's effortless and then too much, gray-red-brown haloed by the late afternoon sky, then settled back in a cloud of dust. The leopard sighs, clearly disappointed, but he simply rolls his eyes and stays where he had been. "Practice makes perfect, Benevolentpaw." [i]I'll try again.
In all of the crowds that had been pushed steadily upwards, away from the radiation and destruction of the world they had left behind them, none of them were home. Some came in groups, clinging to the remnants of their lives before the disaster. It leaves a certain bitter taste in the mouths of others, the ones that had nothing left to cling to. He supposes that he would fit into that list better than the other, but that still wasn't the entire truth. They lost their homes and their families. That wasn't the case with him. It felt as if everyone else was here to salvage some of what they had  Benevolentpaw was just here because he has to be. That's the easy answer to why his expression is so sour. The lanky leopard had been ignoring everyone and everything he could since he got here, aside from those that pertained directly to his survival. Otherwise, the awkward young feline had been on his own.
The thing that changes that today is nothing less than pure personal agony. His head feels as if it's going to split in two, one long fissure from the middle of his forehead to the back of his skull. The ache radiates from there like cracks of lighting underneath his skin, and with every additional spark, Benevolentpaw seems to try and sink farther into the ground where he's laying. It's almost comical, really, just how flat the leopard can get when under some sort of stress. Head on the ground between his paws and stomach pressed fully against the dirt, black fur shining gently in the light. His tail flicks behind him, slapping down hard enough to send up clouds of light mountain dust. The babbling of the nearby stream does nothing but worsen the mood, and breaking his long silence is a vicious growl that rumbles in his throat before breaking past his teeth.
It subsides one long moment after that. When moderate brown eyes open again, the clear irritation remains, but Ben still lifts his head. They've been happening more and more frequently since he got here. Maybe it's the atmosphere, or the stress, or  whatever else. But the pain was accompanied by something new, and the start of that was what had pushed him here in the first place. His attention falls to a rock. Smaller than his paw and neatly shaped, and even though it's so far away, he can feel it. Stable and firm and there, even when he closes his eyes. Perhaps especially then, but he keeps them open. As he stares, and reaches, it lifts. Time feels slow in that moment, watching it tip back and forth before settling. It's effortless and then too much, gray-red-brown haloed by the late afternoon sky, then settled back in a cloud of dust. The leopard sighs, clearly disappointed, but he simply rolls his eyes and stays where he had been. "Practice makes perfect, Benevolentpaw." [i]I'll try again.
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