OOC: Bad post is Bad D: WC:463
A medium sized figure moved swiftly, careful not to run into any branches, his cargo pants rustled softly as they brushed against bushes. His hand was above his eyes, looking forward, the sun slightly in his eye, the empty eye socket beneath his bangs. The scar over both eye sockets were throbbing, Fallen wasn't in the best mood at the time, mostly because his eyes were throbbing, his feet were hurting, and his hair had twigs filled up. Fallen was attempting to venture the woods and try to find the town, Thornbush or something. He didn't care what it was called anymore, he just knew he was kinda lost, he had close to no idea where he was. At least he had his bag through, which had some jerky and some water in bottles. He sighed warily as he sat down upon a log, his hands on his face, as he reached his left hand into his bag, grabbing a water bottle, pouring water on his palm, and started to clean his face, and then attempted to get twigs out of his hair. He looked a bit better, but he would truly need to bathe in something. Fallen shook his slightly wet face, and then stretched. He still wasn't in the best mood, but being clean would help a tad bit. He scratched his forehead, and then shook his slightly dusty fur, before rising again, and starting to venture.
Great, now he was even more lost. He was in the middle of a dense tree forest, alone, without know where anywhere was, and no one knew he was here. Great, just great. Fallen growled with frustration, but he soon just sat down, his knees up, close to his chest, and his arms on top of his knee caps. He wasn't used to being around others, he didn't like it, but he didn't hate it. He missed playing the violin, the only thing that could reveal his true feelings. He wondered if someone could make it, but there was a slightly chance of that. He sighed, and looked towards the heaven's of blue, and decided, maybe someone could hear him sing, and so, he started,"
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase,"
He sung from his heart, singing was another way to let things out, yet, not as much as playing the violin. He stopped, his green eye lightly glowing as he sat upon the ground, his ears twitching, waiting, waiting, waiting...
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