From the mouth of madness to the bosom of despair [CLOSED]

[rustedswordsman]

Character(s): K, Tyrus, anybody else possibly nearby
Content: K's arrival and problems
Setting: The hospital
Warnings: Disturbing images, scary bits?

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[tornadowolf]

Tyrus had wandered a long time, keeping his stomach sated on gimarats. Despite the food, he hadn't put on much weight, skinny as a rail and twice as damaged. He was, however, far from the thread with which he had once held to as a lifeline, more of a sense of purpose in his steps, and the inner voice of that yellow-headed humanchild still echoing in his ears

[rustedswordsman]

Once he regained his composure, K stood up. Slightly woozy from blood loss and mental and physical torture, he strapped his sword to his back and picked up the chemlight.

I have to leave this place. Maybe there's somebody who can help me out...help me jog my memory.

K stepped out of the morgue and into a hallway. Red sunlight shone through broken and boarded windows, and debris was everywhere. Shadows danced on the walls, and from them, he spotted the figure of a ragged dog...and the possibility of an owner.

Not wanting to take any chances, he brought his sword to a ready but non-threatening position, and called out.

"Hello?"

[tornadowolf]

There came no human answer, and the dog's ears only perked at the noise as he halted in the hallway, eyes shining briefly green in the light.

Another step- clank, his left leg contacted a haphazard stone before coming to rest again. Teeth no longer bared- the smell of blood was overwhelming, but if the human was standing, and armed, it wasn't worth the risk... yet- he watched the man, gaze never faltering.

[rustedswordsman]

K slowly and carefully approached the dog. Looking around, there seemed to be nobody else.

He knelt down in front of the dog. "Wow, boy, you look like you're in pretty bad shape...that makes two of us, I guess." Because of the dog's feral appearance, he didn't attempt to pet it, though he did chuckle at his own joke and attempted to smile. He felt a kind of connection to this dog, seeing as they were both ragged and alone.

"You're not gonna bite my face off, are you boy?" Another chuckle. "I must be going crazy...talking to dogs now. Well, if you want to, and if you're not gonna go vicious, come with me. There's gotta be some food around here for you...maybe your master, if you've got one..."

[tornadowolf]

Biting faces made a chilled lance crackle down Tyrus' spine, good indiscernible from bad. Consequences, consequences.

And at the mention of 'master,' Tyrus halted abruptly, muzzle crinkling and teeth fully bared.