the stray
male/any
thirty three
xxx, orre
bisexual
bar owner/keep
Senior ranger
Hold on don't look back, you know we're better, better than that
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evan fader
[attr="class","evantalk"] Red eyes. That's the last clear thing he sees in the chaos. The world begins to swim around him and the floor feels like it is a tipping boat on a raging sea and he can't quite tell why. Panic rises with the pain in his hands as his body tries to right itself against his wishes to focus on the battle, stumbling and awkward steps almost send him overboard before the Ampharos puts itself between him and the attack. thank you. he thinks it but his body doesn't listen to him in the after affects he will later realize the source of. His mind is hazy, lost in itself while he seeks something to focus on, something to reground him through the pain. The wall in front of him offers him nothing to mentally stitch himself to as it crashes into his body and he realizes too late that the sea continues to rage beneath him, around him, over him. He reaches for the pokemon that had been around him but fumbles and fails to find purchase on fur or leaf. The cold makes him alert too late, and suddenly everything feels too much and he can't move enough for it to matter. He tries to call his pokemon back- to save them from the same fate and will never know if manages to or not. His head sinks and tries to surface but you can't find purchase in water- you can't fight a raging sea you can only hope to wait it out. At some point he closes his eyes. At some point the water sweeps him somewhere he hopes to never see again. At some point it fills his lunges and his mind stops searching for something- anything and can only think one thing. not again He can't move. His eyes are open. He's gasping for air. But he can't move. Dead? Can't be. Could be? Better not be. Movement catches his attention, his eyes move from the ceiling above him to the skittering on his heaving chest. Breathing too fast, too shallow, he's light headed already and the taste of it lingers in his mind. Water in his lungs, cold in his body, burning in his hands, sweat on his blanket makes his body think it's more tricks and shallow waters lap at his skin again and he has to close his eyes. The weight on his chest steadies him, she pulls at his shirt in silence because he didn't wake up and she's trying with all her might not to start screaming and he knows it. He counts backwards from ten. Slowly. His breathing evens out and he pushes the thoughts of that wretched and unholy experience from his mind. His hand lifts and finds the mimikyu's rag disguise. Evan closes his eyes, smiles, and tries his damndest not to cry. >>it felt wrong not to wrap this up [newclass=.evantalk b]color: #7d6484;[/newclass]
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