05-14-2018, 03:15 AM
He woke up feeling like his skull was about to split open.
His head throbbed and the light filtering in through the trees momentarily blinded him. Groaning, he shakes his head, which only worsens the headache. He groggily blinks, adjusting to the sun's light as he glances around, finding himself in some place he didn't recognize. His memories were blurry and he couldn't quite place how he had ended up here. Either way, he isn't too worried about that right now. He's more concerned with finding some source of water to ease his dry throat, and hopefully help with this ache.
Still, as he's getting up, he pauses. Why did he have paws all of a sudden? Last time he recalled, he was a human, not a large panther. He looks himself over, shakily standing and turning in a circle to observe this new body. He grunts as he nearly falls over, but narrowly catches himself from face-planting. The male looks over and a grin comes to his face, trotting--or more like stumbling--over to retrieve his shades, which had been discarded nearby. Checking them for scratches, he slips them up onto his nose.
It doesn't take him long to find a small stream. Attracted by the distant gurgle of water, he walks over on wobbly paws and leans down to lap at the water, his thirst instantly parched. Though, as he's drinking, memories suddenly burst back to him in full throttle.
He was Greed, the incarnation of sin, a homunculus. Or maybe he still was. He doubted animal homunculi were a thing, though. He had been killed by his own father--his creator--for failing to fulfill his mission. He had been made to serve him, and when he hadn't, he had been killed, as he was no longer useful to his father's plans. "Peh," he mumbles to himself, a sly grin unfolding on his maw. "I'll show you, old man," now, he just needed to figure out where the hell he was.
"SPEECH"
His head throbbed and the light filtering in through the trees momentarily blinded him. Groaning, he shakes his head, which only worsens the headache. He groggily blinks, adjusting to the sun's light as he glances around, finding himself in some place he didn't recognize. His memories were blurry and he couldn't quite place how he had ended up here. Either way, he isn't too worried about that right now. He's more concerned with finding some source of water to ease his dry throat, and hopefully help with this ache.
Still, as he's getting up, he pauses. Why did he have paws all of a sudden? Last time he recalled, he was a human, not a large panther. He looks himself over, shakily standing and turning in a circle to observe this new body. He grunts as he nearly falls over, but narrowly catches himself from face-planting. The male looks over and a grin comes to his face, trotting--or more like stumbling--over to retrieve his shades, which had been discarded nearby. Checking them for scratches, he slips them up onto his nose.
It doesn't take him long to find a small stream. Attracted by the distant gurgle of water, he walks over on wobbly paws and leans down to lap at the water, his thirst instantly parched. Though, as he's drinking, memories suddenly burst back to him in full throttle.
He was Greed, the incarnation of sin, a homunculus. Or maybe he still was. He doubted animal homunculi were a thing, though. He had been killed by his own father--his creator--for failing to fulfill his mission. He had been made to serve him, and when he hadn't, he had been killed, as he was no longer useful to his father's plans. "Peh," he mumbles to himself, a sly grin unfolding on his maw. "I'll show you, old man," now, he just needed to figure out where the hell he was.
"SPEECH"