Endless.... [Wiess]
Jan 19, 2014 23:52:04 GMT -5
Post by tyrus on Jan 19, 2014 23:52:04 GMT -5
Why can I still hear them...
Tyrus gripped her head and rubbed the front of her face; she had come to the Lesterfied's lounge for some peace and quiet only to find that there was many people. Not a huge amount like a mall or some of the more active bars she's been too [and painfully having to leave] but more than enough for her to want to move to another location inside of the establishment in order to earn her mind some peace. She had asked carlo and her other pokemon to remain at home; she didn't want to deal with her pokemon's odd quirks and boy did they have a lot of them. She felt herself flinch when someone that passed by the morph was thinking about the best way to kill a person just in case they were a zombie. She frowned a bit and started to rub her face anxiously; she was starting to be able to read someones thoughts underneath the surface thoughts. Tyrus figured it was part of the.. The change that was happening to her body; as of late she had noticed it was harder to walk upright without tripping from her balance being screwed up... She was constantly hot for some ungodly reason and not to mention... She could feel herself getting a bit more fluffier as well.. as physically... more enticing. The Morph felt herself blush at this last thought; why was she forced into such a role? Why was her body.... She sighed and cut herself off feeling some emotion barging in that she was uncomfortable with.
Self pity isn't me...
She felt her head slam down against the table, not loud enough to draw attention but hard enough where it was smarting. She didn't bother holding back the tears as they started to flow; she had been through hell in the last few months. Her 28th birthday wasn't the best; she had to deal with a crazy pokemon master... Who at the very thought made her body shudder as though following unheard orders. The morph shook her head and bit her lip; she even had survived a tyranitar attack through a freak accident before she had gained a single pokemon. She felt her fur start to go damp but she didn't bother stopping the damn tears; she didn't care anymore about appearances. Hell she wore a loincloth and a very similarly skimpy shirt because it was the only thing that didn't drive her mad from wearing. She had tried to go back to normal people clothing but it just felt very awkward on fur, it was probably because it smooshed everything in. She bit her lower lip and after a while found that she started to bleed... She winced and shifted in her seat as the blood flowed a bit. It gave her a clear moment of mind past the pain and all the foreign thoughts.
I... Am alone.
Tyrus placed her head back onto the table and wept.
Tyrus gripped her head and rubbed the front of her face; she had come to the Lesterfied's lounge for some peace and quiet only to find that there was many people. Not a huge amount like a mall or some of the more active bars she's been too [and painfully having to leave] but more than enough for her to want to move to another location inside of the establishment in order to earn her mind some peace. She had asked carlo and her other pokemon to remain at home; she didn't want to deal with her pokemon's odd quirks and boy did they have a lot of them. She felt herself flinch when someone that passed by the morph was thinking about the best way to kill a person just in case they were a zombie. She frowned a bit and started to rub her face anxiously; she was starting to be able to read someones thoughts underneath the surface thoughts. Tyrus figured it was part of the.. The change that was happening to her body; as of late she had noticed it was harder to walk upright without tripping from her balance being screwed up... She was constantly hot for some ungodly reason and not to mention... She could feel herself getting a bit more fluffier as well.. as physically... more enticing. The Morph felt herself blush at this last thought; why was she forced into such a role? Why was her body.... She sighed and cut herself off feeling some emotion barging in that she was uncomfortable with.
Self pity isn't me...
She felt her head slam down against the table, not loud enough to draw attention but hard enough where it was smarting. She didn't bother holding back the tears as they started to flow; she had been through hell in the last few months. Her 28th birthday wasn't the best; she had to deal with a crazy pokemon master... Who at the very thought made her body shudder as though following unheard orders. The morph shook her head and bit her lip; she even had survived a tyranitar attack through a freak accident before she had gained a single pokemon. She felt her fur start to go damp but she didn't bother stopping the damn tears; she didn't care anymore about appearances. Hell she wore a loincloth and a very similarly skimpy shirt because it was the only thing that didn't drive her mad from wearing. She had tried to go back to normal people clothing but it just felt very awkward on fur, it was probably because it smooshed everything in. She bit her lower lip and after a while found that she started to bleed... She winced and shifted in her seat as the blood flowed a bit. It gave her a clear moment of mind past the pain and all the foreign thoughts.
I... Am alone.
Tyrus placed her head back onto the table and wept.
֍ CREDIT: By Requiem of Remoor!