Senses were reactivated one at a time; the stench of death was the first of many reasons to flare the nostrils in contempt. Upon the beginning of ocular observation, the change was most clear.. Crimson cloaked the world, stained its multicolored origin, and left it smeared.
A bodily chill began from both forearms that spread in alarm in a wave of rising flesh, hairs pinpointed to highlight the foriegn feel of excess material, yet not hostile. Heartless was the object merged; questions of his whereabouts became the greater priority than that of his state of health.
Double-shades of Ruby gleamed within his perceptions; trails of the majestic fluid trailed off towards the only discovered exit. The split-second of improper balance, recognized, but overcame, did little to phase the concentrated quest for knowledge. Knowledge of names. Lack of motion came from the deterrance of a solid; a swift palm to the circular button extending to his right, and the ocean of tinted metal split before his might.
Screams were voiced in what seemed to be corralation with the overwhelming force of light. Incoming rays forced his actions to remove himself from the excess radiation; a grimace uttered by a parched oral cavity. Defense came in form of his left appendage, shielding from the assumed angle of origin; albeit, secondary hostility wasn't seen until too late--even then, the aggression was known only after its performance. The sudden void of entirety was replaced with puncture wounds; four across the chest, marking himself as injured, while a re-footing was acquired from the momentum of the miniscule peircings, now beginning to coat the hardened mixture of fabric and fluid. The sudden pain was followed by a similar sensation beginning at the knuckles; unknowing of the why, further screams and utterances of disgust and horror failed to give clarity to his situation.
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I'm tired. I might just go back and redo that entirely.
Senses were reactivated one at a time; the stench of death was the first of many reasons to flare the nostrils in contempt. Upon the beginning of ocular observation, the change was most clear.. Crimson cloaked the world, stained its multicolored origin, and left it smeared.
A bodily chill began from both forearms that spread in alarm in a wave of rising flesh, hairs pinpointed to highlight the foriegn feel of excess material, yet not hostile. Heartless was the object merged; questions of his whereabouts became the greater priority than that of his state of health.
Double-shades of Ruby gleamed within his perceptions; trails of the majestic fluid trailed off towards the only discovered exit. The split-second of improper balance, recognized, but overcame, did little to phase the concentrated quest for knowledge. Knowledge of names. Lack of motion came from the deterrance of a solid; a swift palm to the circular button extending to his right, and the ocean of tinted metal split before his might.
Screams were voiced in what seemed to be corralation with the overwhelming force of light. Incoming rays forced his actions to remove himself from the excess radiation; a grimace uttered by a parched oral cavity. Defense came in form of his left appendage, shielding from the assumed angle of origin; albeit, secondary hostility wasn't seen until too late--even then, the aggression was known only after its performance. The sudden void of entirety was replaced with puncture wounds; four across the chest, marking himself as injured, while a re-footing was acquired from the momentum of the miniscule peircings, now beginning to coat the hardened mixture of fabric and fluid. The sudden pain was followed by a similar sensation beginning at the knuckles; unknowing of the why, further screams and utterances of disgust and horror failed to give clarity to his situation.
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I'm tired. I might just go back and redo that entirely.