01-21-2018, 10:38 PM
i'm out of my head
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//mobile, apologies. your writing is lovely, by the way!
It had become difficult for Henry to pay much attention to anything that wasn't on the ground. He hardly ever looked up to the heaven's these days, finding himself too preoccupied with finding what little food was left. Of course, it wasn't like he'd be able to catch it with his withering body. However, he needed to distract himself from the pain of his body turning against itself in hunger. Just getting up in the morning had become near unbearable for the strong muscles that he once held were now sunken in; his bone and skin limbs shook under his own weight, pain ripping through them with every step. He rested more often than not and felt as though he were just awaiting death's embrace.
Henry had thought about making an attempt to travel to a place known as "Sanctuary" for the name sounded like something familiar, like bountiful food, clean water, shelter, safety, and company. However, his pessimism told him that, in the state that the world was in, it was likely no better than here. Well, there was probably one difference - it was likely warmer there. His lack of muscle and fat prooved how thin his long fur was for the shaking of his frame alone kept him awake at night when the mountains were the most chilling. Of course, maybe he just remained here because it was the new familiar. He knew how to get around and had picked out what he thought to be all the best hiding places within five miles of where he was now. Maybe he just didn't want to face the unknown again; he didn't want anymore messy surprises and painful deaths. Ironically, who could've predicted that starvation was one of the most painful ways to go?
Henry realized just how tired he was growing as he struggled down a rocky incline. He could hardly hop from rock to rock; as a matter of fact, he mostly just slunk down them and tried not to trip. He slipped down another boulder towards the ground, scarred pawpads welcoming the hard dirt more so than the sharp rocks. He paused, heaving for a moment as an unsteady gaze scoured the environment for something to eat. It was obviously barren. There was no wildlife to be seen for there was nothing good for them to consume. He squinted then, ignoring how the wound between his brows pinched in retaliation. The light blue sky was such an alarming difference in comparison to what was down below, where all the starving beasts lie. He blinked then; there was something near black as night laying on the ground. It wasn't exactly a stark contrast against the dark colored dirt and brown flora, but it stood out nonetheless. His first thought was that something was dead until he saw it lift its head. He blinked again but only remained where he was, what muscle remaining on him twitching underneath his fur as his legs felt ready to give. Instinctively, his ears perked at the sound of a faint voice that seemed almost sweet - the tenderness of it almost unfamilar to his ears. As a matter of fact, most people around here spoke curtly and with agitation, definitely as a result from the situation they were all in and the sheer volume of disorder that plagued them, among other things.
Henry coughed then, his throat ached and itched from the water it had been deprived of. There was a river here, but he had been too frightened to contend with the animals that stuck by it. Lord knew that a good lot of them had to be thinking about cannibalism.
Finally, Henry's body leaned forward as he just managed enough courage to approach. His cough had likely given him away anyhow. Abruptly, he stopped short as though he were second-guessing himself; he refused to come any closer than a few yards. "Hello stranger, what brings you to these Godforsaken mountains?" Unlike his question, his voice came out jokingly as he attempted to offer the most gentle gaze he could muster. It was better to at least sound friendly so that one may have a greater chance at avoiding a provocation. Yet, his voice was cracked and hoarse; it even shook to unwillingly convey the weariness that vyied to bring his body closer to the ground beneath him. However, he did not sit down as he awaited an answer for he was still unsure of their purpose of being here. Perhaps they were in need of medical assistance, or were just faking it to get some unfortunate fool like himself within striking distance? Either way, the windhound faced them almost from the side, ready to utilize whatever little energy that remained in him to bolt if necessary.
It had become difficult for Henry to pay much attention to anything that wasn't on the ground. He hardly ever looked up to the heaven's these days, finding himself too preoccupied with finding what little food was left. Of course, it wasn't like he'd be able to catch it with his withering body. However, he needed to distract himself from the pain of his body turning against itself in hunger. Just getting up in the morning had become near unbearable for the strong muscles that he once held were now sunken in; his bone and skin limbs shook under his own weight, pain ripping through them with every step. He rested more often than not and felt as though he were just awaiting death's embrace.
Henry had thought about making an attempt to travel to a place known as "Sanctuary" for the name sounded like something familiar, like bountiful food, clean water, shelter, safety, and company. However, his pessimism told him that, in the state that the world was in, it was likely no better than here. Well, there was probably one difference - it was likely warmer there. His lack of muscle and fat prooved how thin his long fur was for the shaking of his frame alone kept him awake at night when the mountains were the most chilling. Of course, maybe he just remained here because it was the new familiar. He knew how to get around and had picked out what he thought to be all the best hiding places within five miles of where he was now. Maybe he just didn't want to face the unknown again; he didn't want anymore messy surprises and painful deaths. Ironically, who could've predicted that starvation was one of the most painful ways to go?
Henry realized just how tired he was growing as he struggled down a rocky incline. He could hardly hop from rock to rock; as a matter of fact, he mostly just slunk down them and tried not to trip. He slipped down another boulder towards the ground, scarred pawpads welcoming the hard dirt more so than the sharp rocks. He paused, heaving for a moment as an unsteady gaze scoured the environment for something to eat. It was obviously barren. There was no wildlife to be seen for there was nothing good for them to consume. He squinted then, ignoring how the wound between his brows pinched in retaliation. The light blue sky was such an alarming difference in comparison to what was down below, where all the starving beasts lie. He blinked then; there was something near black as night laying on the ground. It wasn't exactly a stark contrast against the dark colored dirt and brown flora, but it stood out nonetheless. His first thought was that something was dead until he saw it lift its head. He blinked again but only remained where he was, what muscle remaining on him twitching underneath his fur as his legs felt ready to give. Instinctively, his ears perked at the sound of a faint voice that seemed almost sweet - the tenderness of it almost unfamilar to his ears. As a matter of fact, most people around here spoke curtly and with agitation, definitely as a result from the situation they were all in and the sheer volume of disorder that plagued them, among other things.
Henry coughed then, his throat ached and itched from the water it had been deprived of. There was a river here, but he had been too frightened to contend with the animals that stuck by it. Lord knew that a good lot of them had to be thinking about cannibalism.
Finally, Henry's body leaned forward as he just managed enough courage to approach. His cough had likely given him away anyhow. Abruptly, he stopped short as though he were second-guessing himself; he refused to come any closer than a few yards. "Hello stranger, what brings you to these Godforsaken mountains?" Unlike his question, his voice came out jokingly as he attempted to offer the most gentle gaze he could muster. It was better to at least sound friendly so that one may have a greater chance at avoiding a provocation. Yet, his voice was cracked and hoarse; it even shook to unwillingly convey the weariness that vyied to bring his body closer to the ground beneath him. However, he did not sit down as he awaited an answer for he was still unsure of their purpose of being here. Perhaps they were in need of medical assistance, or were just faking it to get some unfortunate fool like himself within striking distance? Either way, the windhound faced them almost from the side, ready to utilize whatever little energy that remained in him to bolt if necessary.
❝i'm strummin' on the corner, about to catch the last train home. i'll have to jump the barriers so can you spare a penny for my thoughts? i've been praised upon the pavements. passers by don't pay much. chased away by neighbors. seen things you couldn't make up. if the streets could talk they'd tell a story or two. i'll paint a picture for you. i can tell you what it feels like to lose your home on a cold night.❞ TAGS ✦
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os·su·ar·y
/ˈäSHəˌwerē,ˈäs(y)əˌwerē/
noun: ossuary; plural noun: ossuaries
[justify]a container or room into which the bones of dead people are placed.[/justify]
Origin: Latin (os / oss - bone); Late Latin (ossaurium).
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os·su·ar·y
/ˈäSHəˌwerē,ˈäs(y)əˌwerē/
noun: ossuary; plural noun: ossuaries
[justify]a container or room into which the bones of dead people are placed.[/justify]
Origin: Latin (os / oss - bone); Late Latin (ossaurium).
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