a little strange
01-23-2016, 09:00 PM
Illie was still in a good amount of pain, but as they days turned to weeks it was getting easier to move around. She really couldn't be more grateful, it was nice to open her eyes to the beautiful daylight and not feel like her head was splitting into two. But she couldn't but hurt in another way. No matter how many days went on, she still couldn't fill in the blanks in her mind. Her life started that day in the water when Valentine had found her, even though she could tell she was older than that. Her dreams were no help either. The only ones she could remember were the ones that woke her from sleep with a yell on her lips and blue eyes so wide. Oppressive darkness, a pressure that stopped all breath, tightening darkness, it was all she could remember, and it left her with confused tears and panting for a breath she never lost. So many questions she had no answers too, and she was getting tired of this den. With a determined look to her eyes, she shot to her paws, ignoring the pain that swelled along her sides as she pushed through the lonely darkness and out into a packland she didn't know. She didn't know anything but him, and he had to know something. He had to have some answers for her. She padded with a limp, deep blue eyes searching for the large mountain of a man, a whimper caught on her tongue as she stepped wrong. Pain didn't matter, and she was sick of resting. She needed to know what the darkness meant, needed to know why eveything beyond that day was blank. But most of all...she couldn't be alone, not right now. She was constantly missing something she couldn't remember, and her little den felt so cold and lonely. "Talk" |
*Note: Illie has cliche amnesia. She doesn't remembers that her name is Illie Skye, and nothing more. She will only introduce herself as Illie, and respond to that. Have fun.