.................✘── ＷＡＬＫＥＲ......3 years ✘ male ✘ gay ✘ word count: 492 ✘ tags: openWalk. That's all he knew how to do. Walk; trudge through the undergrowth and out in to the sun.
Blinking rapidly, the sudden light burnt in to his retinas, reflecting off the misty realm that greeted
the large male as he pushed through the brush. His unusually sizable ears pushed back against
his crown with his wincing, and his head pushed down against his shoulders defensively.
Where in the Great Spirit's name was he? Every movement he made whilst attempting to escape
the unearthly claws of the decaying shrubs and dying trees that scraped against his fur sent sparks
of pain rushing up his spine - his brain knew something was wrong, but the messages were quickly
lost in translation, his consciousness remaining an eerie white space.
A shrill tone rung in his ears, pushing any thought quickly from his attention as all he could focus on
was walking forward, as if he were being pulled by the Gods themselves. With every other step, his joints
buckled underneath him; his paws would fumble or his ankles would give out, but each falter went entirely
unnoticed, with his deep golden eyes set firmly ahead of him. A shiver pulled at each vertebrae of his
spine, sending the darker fur of his back up in to the cold, ominously empty air.
This was nothing he had ever experienced before. It wasn't just his mind, but his whole body felt hollow.
His breath failed him, and only shallow gasps for oxygen could reach his lungs. His heartbeat was silent,
and the blood coursing through his veins felt still. The male could not form a conscious thought of questioning,
however, and was forced to continue forward. With his eyes now used to the light, they were frighteningly wide,
as if held open completely involuntarily. There was not another soul for miles - he knew that - and it made this
brand new territory ever the more sinister.
It took him the time to travel a few yards from where he emerged, but he found enough control of his neck to look
down. Slowly, and with his eyes flickering to follow, he stopped in his tracks. Blood? Blood on his own fur. His own
blood. Now stood entirely still, the walker fought to analyse what could have possibly happened to cause him to leak
red across his otherwise pristine white underbelly. A clear, fresh wound, stretching from his lower abdomen, right up
to his collar bones. This realisation was met with a simple huff of hot air from his nostrils - a waving away to add it
to the list of weird things he had apparently woken up to. The flood of information was pushing him deeper in to a
catatonic state, but as he lost the ability to keep still, he was pulled forward yet again, and all four paws stumbled.
Walk. That is all the male could do. Move forward; it was all he knew.
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