A [Wild Breeze] Off the Sea (Avery) - I
Dec 12, 2014 16:48:34 GMT -5
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Post by [Acro.] on Dec 12, 2014 16:48:34 GMT -5
ooc:// Avery! Here it is! Part I of our adventure! I set this in Loner territory because, technically, this island is not a part of any of the Clans. And I'm going to say that this is beginning in the afternoon following the night of the incident. Wildpaw could be just waking up, also, or already have gone off to explore--totally up to you.
THIS ISLAND IS OUR PLAYGROUND.
READY
SET
GO
THIS ISLAND IS OUR PLAYGROUND.
READY
SET
GO
Run...
He was nothing.
He was darkness.
...until the water is your road...
No thoughts.
No Clans.
Only the cold and the dark.
...and it carries you to the horizon.
Copperbreeze gasped loudly and his eyes shot open, only to slam shut once again as sunlight invaded his body and sent pain through his skull. His hissed, and then coughed, rolling over to stop the coughing only to cry out as an immense pain tore through him. He hissed again. Coughed again.
Be still.
The tom bit back the rest of his coughing fit, keeping his eyes tightly shut against the blaring light of the sun as he tried to reassemble and focus his thoughts. What happened? Where was he? Why did everything hurt? His chest felt like he had swallowed fire, and his throat was made of thorns. His eyes felt... fuzzy, and agitated from their direct, unexpected meeting with the sun. His legs were numb, and one shoulder throbbed with each pulse of his tired heart, sending pain like a badger's bite into his flank and foreleg. His fur was warm from the sun, but stiff from the--
The sea.
Copperbreeze stopped breathing, and then he heard the waves--felt the cool breeze--the sand clinging to all parts of him.
The sea.
The sea had swallowed him.
And yet... here he was, in incredible pain, on dry land. How had that come about? The tom's brow furrowed, his head aching. Slowly, carefully, he slid his eyes open, giving them plenty of time to adjust to the change in light. Even then, he could only open them halfway, and his vision was cloudy from his time spent immersed in the salty waters of the sea. 'Dung,' he thought bitterly as he tried to take in his surroundings. Sand... water... a forest... these vague shapes and colors were all he could make out, and when he tried to call for somebody his throat screamed, and he had to fight off another round of coughs. Once he had settled, the tom's lip pulled back in an exhausted, half-hearted scowl.
Great. This was just great: couldn't move, couldn't see, couldn't call for help.
Perfect.
Copperbreeze dropped his chin against the warm sand and closed his eyes, his tail lashing angrily (weakly) across the warm beach.
He had to be angry
so he wouldn't be scared.