Allen Walker; Exorcist of the Black Order (allen_walker) wrote in in_variance, @ 2007-11-06 18:09:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Day; Morning, outside
His chest ached and Allen couldn't for the life of him understand why. He felt like he'd run for miles and fallen so far, but the reasons wouldn't come. He inhaled the scent of fresh grass covered in morning dew as he finally recalled what his arms were for. The sting of his wounds from before his memory went fuzzy were gone and he blinked at their absence. The exorcist felt a strong sense of wrong and it didn't make sense as he pushed himself up. Why were there such gaps in his memory? He cursed softly as he pulled himself to his feet and stumbled towards the house. So many questions swirled through his groggy mind, but the going concern right now was over food. He didn't realize his head still hurt or that he had a golden golem flapping after him.
Food, after all was more important than general weirdness. Were he more aware he'd have noticed he wasn't the gender he was born as either. But it was all moot points for the moment.