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Post by Kadin on Sept 25, 2020 12:27:15 GMT -6
There was something humbling about waking up in a place with no memory of how you got there. Kadin couldn't say that he was a fan of the feeling, but he was sure fucking humbled by it. Groaning, he tried to sit up from where he was sprawled in the grass, half in a small stream shaded over by the broad branches of the trees overhead. He squinted. Maple trees? Maybe? He didn't fucking know. He didn't know why he was even trying to identify the type of tree hanging over his head.
He closed his eyes, grimacing. His head was killing him.
Trying to get up turned out to be a mistake, too. Not only could his arms not actually support his body weight right now, but the moment he tried he slipped and fell further into the fucking stream. Whatever dry clothes he had on were also wet now.
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Post by Kadin on Oct 6, 2020 20:07:24 GMT -6
Kadin decided that maybe he should just. Lay here for a while. What was the danger of laying in a cold stream in your soaking wet clothes in the shade with no memory of how you got there? Nothing could possibly go wrong here. He closed his eyes and let his body relax in the cold water, breathing deeply in and then out again. What did he last remember?
He'd left home. He'd been lost. He didn't know where to go. Something was hunting him. Or some one? Someone his parents had pissed off. He couldn't remember. He'd wanted for a while, but then all he could remember was... feeling safe? Finding some place? How long ago had that been? And how did he end up here? Kadin groaned, covering his face with his hands. He still had no idea how the hell he'd wound up laying in a fucking creek.
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