It wasn’t until the slow rising tide washed over his face, did he awake with a start. Picking up his head, he set into a coughing sneezing fit to expel the seawater that went up his nose. As he stirred, he could feel the grit of sand entangled in his fur- the clumps of wet sand falling back to the ground as he tried to figure out which way was up and which was down. Through narrowed and blurry eyes, his vision reeled as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. He was on the beach, yes. But not Obsidian Beach. The longer he stared out over the ocean, the more he was convinced that he was actually seeing trees that had cropped up and out of the surf. He blinked a few times in rapid procession in an effort to regain some semblance of control- but it was then he was struck with a violent pain in the back of his head. With a sharp inhale, Aresenn staggered to his feet. It took him a couple of attempts, but he eventually made it upright … only to sit back down again when his own drunken weight became too much for himself to support. The Praetor boy took a paw to his forehead to apply pressure- trying to force the headache out of his skull. And while it did little to relieve the sensation of his head cracking open … at least it did something. As he looked down, he saw not one, but two empty bottles from the alcohol stores back from Pirates Plunder … and then it slowly started coming back to him- what kind of a night he had had, to end him up in such a state.
The hangover he now was plagued with was his payment for drinking enough to black out- not that he really cared what he had been responsible for at a time he couldn’t remember. Once he finally felt like he wasn’t spinning any longer, he attempted another glance up. The young brute wasn’t certain how he had come to a beach with trees on it … he’d never been here before. The question was, what was he to do now? The nausea that rolled in his gut convinced him that breakfast probably wasn’t a good idea yet, not that he was sure he could catch something if his life depended on it. As he looked around, he noticed a particularly large tree a little further inland that cast a fairly large shadow. Maybe getting out of the sun would help his mind clear. So on limbs that didn’t quite feel like his own just yet, Aresenn stumbled to the shade of that nearby tree, allowing himself to collapse against its trunk as he made an effort to formulate a plan as to what his day was going to look like.
Juggernaut
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