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In which Bon is reintroduced to the world. Probably NPCverse, Idk.
I might continue this one.
When he had first appeared, it was the blinding snow that had caused him to adjust his eyes while trying to not shiver. The accusatory cries of “wyrm!” and “get away from here, heretic!” had caused him to move back in the other direction—not the way he had come from before, but on the split in the road.
He later found out if he hadn’t gone that way, he would’ve likely been killed.
The gentle breeze in the shroud in comparison, had him feel like he had been overdressed. His thin tail flicked as he recalled to put his hood back up- taking it off had only gotten him a cold reception.
Someone had taken pity on his appearance, his general look of awe upon seeing food and drink be offered to him, and had come to the wrong conclusion that he had lost everything.
It wasn’t exactly like that, but he couldn’t argue otherwise. When he woke up after such a long time (and how long, was a long time, his mind asked when he was more lucid months later) and saw electronic equipment strewn about and a blank screen. An empty chair in place of… someone he couldn’t remember.
He was brought out of his tried recalling by mutterings of an argument.
“We can’t keep them around, they’re an outsider-“
“They clearly have nowhere to go, the calamity probably destroyed their house too, and their rags-“
“We don’t have room to feed everyone as is, Seda—“
He had thanked them for their hospitality and continued to move in a direction.
Later, he had found that he was dealing with bandits.
As far as his feet could take him, he wandered. He occasionally looked up to the stars above, shining and illuminating the night. None of their patterns gave him recognition. The animals gave him wide space as leaves crunched beneath him.
And still, he wandered. When he had grown tired, an apple from a tree had fallen at his feet.
“Thank you,” he had said to the tree. It did not respond. But the next day, as he slept by that same tree, a squirrel was nestled next to his hood with a pile of apples.
I might continue this one.
When he had first appeared, it was the blinding snow that had caused him to adjust his eyes while trying to not shiver. The accusatory cries of “wyrm!” and “get away from here, heretic!” had caused him to move back in the other direction—not the way he had come from before, but on the split in the road.
He later found out if he hadn’t gone that way, he would’ve likely been killed.
The gentle breeze in the shroud in comparison, had him feel like he had been overdressed. His thin tail flicked as he recalled to put his hood back up- taking it off had only gotten him a cold reception.
Someone had taken pity on his appearance, his general look of awe upon seeing food and drink be offered to him, and had come to the wrong conclusion that he had lost everything.
It wasn’t exactly like that, but he couldn’t argue otherwise. When he woke up after such a long time (and how long, was a long time, his mind asked when he was more lucid months later) and saw electronic equipment strewn about and a blank screen. An empty chair in place of… someone he couldn’t remember.
He was brought out of his tried recalling by mutterings of an argument.
“We can’t keep them around, they’re an outsider-“
“They clearly have nowhere to go, the calamity probably destroyed their house too, and their rags-“
“We don’t have room to feed everyone as is, Seda—“
He had thanked them for their hospitality and continued to move in a direction.
Later, he had found that he was dealing with bandits.
As far as his feet could take him, he wandered. He occasionally looked up to the stars above, shining and illuminating the night. None of their patterns gave him recognition. The animals gave him wide space as leaves crunched beneath him.
And still, he wandered. When he had grown tired, an apple from a tree had fallen at his feet.
“Thank you,” he had said to the tree. It did not respond. But the next day, as he slept by that same tree, a squirrel was nestled next to his hood with a pile of apples.
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