Nightshift 27: M101
Scar didn't immediately venture out into the hallway. His green eyes stared into the darkness, able to make out the silhouettes of the objects standing in the seemingly safe confinement that was his room. He noted with irritation that his vision was worse than it had been before his arrival. He hadn't noticed it in bright daylight, but now that he was surrounded by complete darkness he saw his eyes weren't what they were supposed to be. While the king should have been able to see perfectly, all he could make out were outlines.
Just the thing he needed...
It was only one of the things that made the former lion hesitate to leave his room. After all, he was in the possession of useless teeth, nails that couldn't even scratch properly and the balance of an elephant that only sported one leg. Even the most sad excuse of a hunter would be able to catch the 'easy prey' signal radiating from him. Venturing out almost equaled suicide. Breathing a little while longer happened to be rather high on the king's list of priorities.
Sitting around the entire night, however, hardly sounded appealing either. Not to mention it wouldn't get anything done, much less get his former body back. He supposed he could always attempt finding someone that could serve as a proper shield body guard ally. There were plenty of patients, after all. He may not have the strength, but his brains were in perfect condition. Chances were he could find and convince someone soon enough, hopefully before running into something that wanted a midnight snack.
After he had made his decision, he opted to investigate this small space before venturing out. It took longer than should, and there was nothing of interest or even remotely familiar to him. He was already considering his search a waste of time when he reached the object which was called 'bed'. Removing the strange fabrics draped over it was difficult for someone who couldn't quite use his fingers, but it yielded nothing. His eyes eventually fell on the soft item laying on the bed's end. Throwing it aside, he noticed another strange object hidden beneath it.
The former lion somehow managed to curl his fingers around the item and lifted it. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of purpose such an item served, and after fiddling around with it his question was answered soon enough. A small light beamed from one of its sides, making Scar nearly drop the item in alarm. But the light didn't seem to burn like fire did, which meant the item would be useful in outweighing his eyesight.
His gaze shifted to the door.
[To here]
Just the thing he needed...
It was only one of the things that made the former lion hesitate to leave his room. After all, he was in the possession of useless teeth, nails that couldn't even scratch properly and the balance of an elephant that only sported one leg. Even the most sad excuse of a hunter would be able to catch the 'easy prey' signal radiating from him. Venturing out almost equaled suicide. Breathing a little while longer happened to be rather high on the king's list of priorities.
Sitting around the entire night, however, hardly sounded appealing either. Not to mention it wouldn't get anything done, much less get his former body back. He supposed he could always attempt finding someone that could serve as a proper shield body guard ally. There were plenty of patients, after all. He may not have the strength, but his brains were in perfect condition. Chances were he could find and convince someone soon enough, hopefully before running into something that wanted a midnight snack.
After he had made his decision, he opted to investigate this small space before venturing out. It took longer than should, and there was nothing of interest or even remotely familiar to him. He was already considering his search a waste of time when he reached the object which was called 'bed'. Removing the strange fabrics draped over it was difficult for someone who couldn't quite use his fingers, but it yielded nothing. His eyes eventually fell on the soft item laying on the bed's end. Throwing it aside, he noticed another strange object hidden beneath it.
The former lion somehow managed to curl his fingers around the item and lifted it. He couldn't help but wonder what kind of purpose such an item served, and after fiddling around with it his question was answered soon enough. A small light beamed from one of its sides, making Scar nearly drop the item in alarm. But the light didn't seem to burn like fire did, which meant the item would be useful in outweighing his eyesight.
His gaze shifted to the door.
[To here]