User blog:Theultimateasian/Rat part 2

Darkness

He enjoyed this darkness

It was quiet. It didn't ask anything of him. He was calm there.

Despite this, he knew he wasn't to be shrouded in darkness. His senses trickled into his mind as he stirred. Dirt rubbed between fingers and air pumping into lungs as he instinctively tried to reach for nothingness. As he breathed, his lungs swelled with warm air and it was then that he realized his eyes were actually open.

Fading darkness aside, nothing truly gave him any reason to stir. Regardless, his hand still clenched down into the dusty ground under him and his right hand kept closed even as he was leaning up. Another breath, another flood of senses and soon enough the hazy stupor of drowsiness was slinking back into nothingness. And then the memories were pouring in.

Rat

He was Rat

He blinked and nodded to himself internally.

Yes, he was Rat. . . an old name he had taken, but a name nonetheless. Most people would have despised being called a tiny rodent, but Rat had been quite willing to take the name. Names were always better than numbers, after all.

And then there was another memory

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''Bloodied sands ruffling through both hair and between skin. Blood drips slowly now, shaking as though thirsting for water. Arm moves into view, but something is wrong. It feels light and the end feels numb. As it pulls into view, all that shows is a stump of a freshly broken bone and torn sinew. The experience is quick to turn as the vision jerks as something grabs a hold of the memory.''

''And there, a face hidden in the darkness remains covered in blood. Sands twist around as the light from above becomes darkened and made into the color of rust. Blood memories of a damned face and a jaw splitting into four as crimson consumes all within the eyes.''

A screetch

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Rat blinked as he realized what he was doing and stood up. He had to stop reminiscing, a moment of uncertainty was not appropriate for remembering things long gone. His legs seemed to struggle at the weight of his body, but second after second, his form remained determined to stand tall. Before long, he was back to bouncing his senses through his brain.

<p class="MsoNormal">The first thing he noticed was how cool it was. Even with the sun blaring down on him, the dry air wasn’t as hot as his home. The gusts that thrashed against him suggested he was also high up and as he tasted the dust in the air, he finally loosened his grip on the dirt. Even the dirt mocked his unfamiliarity with his surroundings.

<p class="MsoNormal">When he stood up, he walked to the edge of his senses. He was most definitely on a mountain, what with all the crags and the dry environment that surrounded him. Looking past the edge confirmed what he thought and much more. The unfamiliar colors of green and blue had him tilting his head as he looked upon in wonder. The sky, the greenery, and even the dry mountain was pouring with life.

<p class="MsoNormal">Everything looked. . . edible to say the least. He didn’t have much other things to describe what he was feeling. In fact, Rat was completely unexpressive through all of this awe and wonder, a blank stare looking off into the horizon. It was because of this “amazement” that Rat became compelled to walk forward. It seemed like a good idea; after all, it was only natural for him to check out this strange land face to face. The only problem came when his feet finally passed the edge of no return, his weight pulling him forward over the edge.

<p class="MsoNormal">This was going to be a long day. ..

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