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[When Kratos awakes, he finds himself in the woods near the outskirts of the village. It takes him a while to realize this, though, for he can't seem to move at first. His head's pounding, his vision's blurry, and his ears are ringing loudly. Really, all he'd like to do is sleep, but there's a part of him that makes him slowly move into a sitting position. His pride, yet also the will to go back to his family.
After a grueling half hour for the weakened seraph, he takes slow, unsteady and off balanced steps towards the blurry spot that he knows is his current home. His muscles are weak thanks to undernourishment, and everything aches from his multiple wounds, yet he still makes himself keep going. And there's no way that he'll bring himself low enough to ask for help.
With a soft groan, he finally reaches the door. He lets himself rest there for a moment, and his thoughts begin to wander. He's never felt weaker in his life... The Malnosso made sure to make him feel this way. In fact, he's surprised he was able to travel the short distance from the edge of the woods to the Aurion residence. Both of his wings were badly broken, making him feel weaker than he should've been. Perhaps it's the parental urges within him that make him throw away the thought of survival and simply keep going until he can't anymore.
Regardless of such feelings, he soon recovers enough to open the door, and he almost hopes that no one is waiting for him at the moment. Kratos would rather not let anyone see him in this state.]
[[ooc: He's back! :D And oh, he's bad off. The Malnosso tested his angelic skills to the limit, so he can barely see or hear, he's got a lot of wounds, he's starving, and sleep deprived, too. D:]]
After a grueling half hour for the weakened seraph, he takes slow, unsteady and off balanced steps towards the blurry spot that he knows is his current home. His muscles are weak thanks to undernourishment, and everything aches from his multiple wounds, yet he still makes himself keep going. And there's no way that he'll bring himself low enough to ask for help.
With a soft groan, he finally reaches the door. He lets himself rest there for a moment, and his thoughts begin to wander. He's never felt weaker in his life... The Malnosso made sure to make him feel this way. In fact, he's surprised he was able to travel the short distance from the edge of the woods to the Aurion residence. Both of his wings were badly broken, making him feel weaker than he should've been. Perhaps it's the parental urges within him that make him throw away the thought of survival and simply keep going until he can't anymore.
Regardless of such feelings, he soon recovers enough to open the door, and he almost hopes that no one is waiting for him at the moment. Kratos would rather not let anyone see him in this state.]
[[ooc: He's back! :D And oh, he's bad off. The Malnosso tested his angelic skills to the limit, so he can barely see or hear, he's got a lot of wounds, he's starving, and sleep deprived, too. D:]]