- he/him;.24;.scorpio;.pansexual;.located: crash crater;.mentions: xx;.tagging: OPEN
- Kaz’s head felt funny. Fuzzy, like he had little creatures weaving in and out of his floating thought bubbles, and light-headed on the inside, like his brain had settled on the highest patch of light above him. At the very same time, it felt as though his skull weighed a thousand pounds. However, Kaz did not know what exactly a thousand pounds felt like, and the troubling realization caused his brain to scatter even further apart than it seemed to already be. Caught off guard by the odd sensations that were trickling down his body, his nearly-black eyes snapped open, and although his vision was blurry, he managed to catch a slight glimpse of the world around his before her body protested angrily for him to settle back down. A pained groan sounded out from around him, dreadful and almost blood-curdling-like, and it took him an extra moment to realize it was he who was making such a noise. His groans turned a cold, sharp breath he awkwardly attempted to inhale a decent amount of oxygen from the position he was currently in. His head felt like it was on fire. Grunting dramatically, which was nothing unusual, the young man managed to push himself into an upright position, awkward, but doable. The temptation to reopen his eyes was nearly as awful as the pain in his head, but Kaz was afraid to see what the outside world was ready to throw at him.
He had figured out one thing even before he gained consciousness – he was not at home. He was not at home on planet Scorpio, eating mint-and-strawberry flavoured who-knows-what. He was not within the ceremonial tent that was celebrating the arrival of Capricorn’s new child, a future king. Based on the moist, crumply feeling beneath his clenched fingers, Kaz took he was on the ground. Nature’s ground.
Disgusting! With a jolt at the thought of that, Kaz did force his gaze to blast out into the open. Vibrant colours took over the sheet of blackness, and he blinked rapidly to adjust to the sights. From a directly horizonal angle, a thin layer of crumbly, ashy dirt took place. It reminded him a lot of the desert-coated, ruin-like structures that settled on the rather sketchy side of Feller, minus the rectangular shapes that laid about here and there. Just looking at the sight made his mouth dry. His palms sunk further into the ground as he shifted a bit more towards his left. Behind the wall of camel-brown dirt, layers of dying green lay about. Kaz’s eyes practically doubled in size at the sight of it. In Scorpio, vibrant mixtures of colours were hardly a thing due to the large amounts of mist that twirled up from the endless bodies of water around them. He clearly hadn’t been paying much attention to the details the other planets had to offer, for this was beyond his knowledge. So then, what had happened? As far as he could remember, he hadn’t been partying…
Then it hit him, and it felt as though that was quite literally. A sharp pain spiked out on the right side of Kaz’s temple, and a hand immediately went to comfort the punctured skin. However, in the process of attempting to smear away the small line of blood that had begun to trickle down the side of his face, his arm fell limply to the ground.
“What in spirit of Yce?” he muttered to himself, staring at his hand, which had now begun to sting due to the hard knock against the ground. First his head, now he couldn’t even hold up his hand? That crash must have really done something mischievous to the functioning side of his body, and he was not okay with it.
Then, very, very slowly, the memories began to roll back out.
The crash. That was a whole other storyline. The most frightening part was, Kaz could only vaguely recollect the events that had gone down before the explosion occurred in his unsettled mind. He had been gazing out at the partiers, admiring the atmosphere and the energy that the Zodiacs brought to the table, when he heard a scream. That was all it took. One cry for help, and he blacked out. At the moment, he could not recall the feeling of anything but a chilly breeze when his vision gave out. His life gave out, it seemed. So where was he now? And where was everyone? His panic-stricken gaze swept around the ground he was currently perched on, picking up on a few bodies here and there. His heart appeared to have forgotten how to work for a moment, and he nearly choked. Were they dead? Untrusting of his strange new weakness, Kaz pushed his hand against the dirt, reaching for the nearest body. He knocked at their calf with his knuckle, delicately attempting to catch their attention, then flopped back down to the position he had woken up in, fatigued. What if everyone was dead? Where even was he? More questions blew through her mind than answers, and at the moment, all Kaz could do was sit there in helpless silence.