Feb 3, 2019 19:15:47 GMT
Post by Belaros on Feb 3, 2019 19:15:47 GMT
The moment Belaros woke from his drug-induced nap he knew three things. One, he was still naked. Two, he was still furry. Three, it as hot.
“Ugh,”
Hel. Really? While aware that choices were not the name of the game for obligated contestants, his insides already shriveled at the prospect of being stuck on the desert planet. Hot, sunny days weren’t really his thing. He didn't like frigid days either, mind you, or having to swim, so all-in-all none of the colonies were really the luxury retirement planets they should have been for someone like himself.
This was gonna be miz-ra-bull.
Opening his ridiculous snout wide and yawning, Belaros stretched his furry arms into the air before him before plopping back down on the sand. Despite having plenty of time to think during gene therapy Bel had very little to show for it. Minus the whole… tail thing (at which point he flicked his tail out from under him so it would be more comfortable to lay on his back), and the fur thing (already his skin crawled with sandy itchiness), and the ear thing (he resisted the urge to scratch) and the freaking nail thing…
Okay, well, he could keep the nails. The nails were okay. Useful, even, but definitely not worth everything else they did to him. He had liked being human and he had liked what he had seen in the mirror for the past two decades. But, looking on the bright side, at least out here there wouldn't be much in the way of a vanity...
As Belaros lifted his arm to shield his eyes from the sun, he stared at the sky and the very minimal cloud cover. As much soul searching as he did during his mutations he… didn't know. He didn’t know how he was going to get out of this one, but he would… somehow.
“And once I do… I’m going back to the way I was,” he muttered, running his tongue along his sharp teeth and squinting against the glare. The bastards who made the game were clever, alright. Not dropping the pods made them reusable (cost efficient, sure) but more importantly it didn’t give him or anyone else anything to work with or salvage. The cameras the Game used were probably high-powered satellites, too; nothing surface-level.
After staring at the sky for a few listless minutes, it occured to Bel that he had no idea how long a day on Hel would be.
Muttering to himself he sat up before blinking when - to his shock - his eyes alighted on an idyllic landscape. The desert around him seemed boorish and inconsequential when compared to the beautiful, lush little piece of paradise right before him. Was this… a joke?
Did they… really… send him to an… oasis? Glancing around as if he was the star of some prankster television, Bel let out a low whistle. Maybe the whole survival thing wouldn’t be so hard after all, eh? Smirking wolfishly to himself Bel rose, dusted off his rear, and strolled into the thick grove of green.
“Ugh,”
Hel. Really? While aware that choices were not the name of the game for obligated contestants, his insides already shriveled at the prospect of being stuck on the desert planet. Hot, sunny days weren’t really his thing. He didn't like frigid days either, mind you, or having to swim, so all-in-all none of the colonies were really the luxury retirement planets they should have been for someone like himself.
This was gonna be miz-ra-bull.
Opening his ridiculous snout wide and yawning, Belaros stretched his furry arms into the air before him before plopping back down on the sand. Despite having plenty of time to think during gene therapy Bel had very little to show for it. Minus the whole… tail thing (at which point he flicked his tail out from under him so it would be more comfortable to lay on his back), and the fur thing (already his skin crawled with sandy itchiness), and the ear thing (he resisted the urge to scratch) and the freaking nail thing…
Okay, well, he could keep the nails. The nails were okay. Useful, even, but definitely not worth everything else they did to him. He had liked being human and he had liked what he had seen in the mirror for the past two decades. But, looking on the bright side, at least out here there wouldn't be much in the way of a vanity...
As Belaros lifted his arm to shield his eyes from the sun, he stared at the sky and the very minimal cloud cover. As much soul searching as he did during his mutations he… didn't know. He didn’t know how he was going to get out of this one, but he would… somehow.
“And once I do… I’m going back to the way I was,” he muttered, running his tongue along his sharp teeth and squinting against the glare. The bastards who made the game were clever, alright. Not dropping the pods made them reusable (cost efficient, sure) but more importantly it didn’t give him or anyone else anything to work with or salvage. The cameras the Game used were probably high-powered satellites, too; nothing surface-level.
After staring at the sky for a few listless minutes, it occured to Bel that he had no idea how long a day on Hel would be.
Muttering to himself he sat up before blinking when - to his shock - his eyes alighted on an idyllic landscape. The desert around him seemed boorish and inconsequential when compared to the beautiful, lush little piece of paradise right before him. Was this… a joke?
Did they… really… send him to an… oasis? Glancing around as if he was the star of some prankster television, Bel let out a low whistle. Maybe the whole survival thing wouldn’t be so hard after all, eh? Smirking wolfishly to himself Bel rose, dusted off his rear, and strolled into the thick grove of green.
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- Weakened- You are Dehydrated, Hungry, and tired if you don't take care of your needs soon your condition will surely worsen.