arrival, open.
Who: Uchiha Sasuke insultedgod, OPEN
What: Sasuke is recovering, or what have you.
When: Within the hour of his arrival.
Where: A field.
Summary: N/A. Spoiler warning forever.
Rating: PG, at the moment.
He didn't care where he was anymore. None of that mattered compared to the satisfaction singing in his veins. I'm alive, his mind thought hazily, looping this mantra over and over again. He's not. I'm alive. He's dead. He's dead. Even the green sky, the soft pink grass stretched out all around him couldn't pull him from his reverie. Sasuke had been dreaming of this all his life, since the day of his brother's betrayal...and now that he had it, he wasn't about to let the glory go.
Part of him wondered about Uchiha Madara and what his existence could mean for his future - but he didn't care about any of that right now. He knew he should be wondering more at the extra appendages he'd been so graciously bestowed and why his skin felt uncomfortably thick in some places (both from a mixture of black scales and feathers, he'd found).
Eventually, Sasuke rolled onto his side, wincing. His eyes scanned the landscape in search of something, only to spot a village not so far off. Maybe another member of the Akatsuki got to him first, healed him, then dumped him somewhere. But he doubted it. And he knew it wasn't anyone from Konohagakure, as they would have brought him back to Fire Country instead of leaving him here. That left...not very many possibilities. Maybe he'd dragged himself here and he couldn't remember it, but that still didn't explain why his wounds were gone.
Taking in a steadying breath, the Uchiha sat up, subconsciously flexing the muscles of his newly acquired wings. He knew he was weak right now and he would need to recover. Best get out of the way.
What: Sasuke is recovering, or what have you.
When: Within the hour of his arrival.
Where: A field.
Summary: N/A. Spoiler warning forever.
Rating: PG, at the moment.
He didn't care where he was anymore. None of that mattered compared to the satisfaction singing in his veins. I'm alive, his mind thought hazily, looping this mantra over and over again. He's not. I'm alive. He's dead. He's dead. Even the green sky, the soft pink grass stretched out all around him couldn't pull him from his reverie. Sasuke had been dreaming of this all his life, since the day of his brother's betrayal...and now that he had it, he wasn't about to let the glory go.
Part of him wondered about Uchiha Madara and what his existence could mean for his future - but he didn't care about any of that right now. He knew he should be wondering more at the extra appendages he'd been so graciously bestowed and why his skin felt uncomfortably thick in some places (both from a mixture of black scales and feathers, he'd found).
Eventually, Sasuke rolled onto his side, wincing. His eyes scanned the landscape in search of something, only to spot a village not so far off. Maybe another member of the Akatsuki got to him first, healed him, then dumped him somewhere. But he doubted it. And he knew it wasn't anyone from Konohagakure, as they would have brought him back to Fire Country instead of leaving him here. That left...not very many possibilities. Maybe he'd dragged himself here and he couldn't remember it, but that still didn't explain why his wounds were gone.
Taking in a steadying breath, the Uchiha sat up, subconsciously flexing the muscles of his newly acquired wings. He knew he was weak right now and he would need to recover. Best get out of the way.