I KNOW ITS OVER / open, reappearance

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]Hidden away. Morrissey wasn't forced to do such. He just did it of his own accord. He didn't know why, but in this odd way, he knew all the reasons why, too. Maybe he could of called this a return if he had actually left, but that wasn't the case. Instead he had just cut himself off from everyone and the BlizzardClan community. Where had he gone? It was a blur for him. For how long? See previous answer.

No one really knew just how unstable Morrissey was. Arcade knew of his fierce and strong gripping depression, but Moz's collected personality only let him see the tip of the iceberg. Isolation did horrible things, it made grown men into mad men. What he had hoped to resolve with time locked away in a deep thinking state had only been amplified. The darkness swallowed him further, whole. But in the middle of the dark, painfully silent night before, a small light was recalled by him yet again. Arcade. This wasn't the first time.

"Why build your mind a stone fortress when he so easily tears it down?" Maybe he should of been mad about that, mad about his inabilities to calm this fever-like feeling festering inside him, to calm these emotions shudderingly vivid. That light was like an ember rising then fluttering down, landing and then starting a vicious fire of eerie desire. The fire took it's toll but it also provided motivation and anxiousness, enough of it to where Arcade was enough for him to finally decide to reappear.

Morrissey had slithered out from whoever he had made himself abide alone, sitting outside the stone hut he called his own nearly a month ago. No one had touched it or the contents inside, much to his liking. There was still some decency in this world, Moz would remind himself upon discovering nothing of his was messed with. "It's a shame you don't contribute to that said decency. You stay unpleasant and vile and live behind a lying façade of kindness. You disgust yourself." The male couldn't help but squeeze his eyes shut, partly from holding back the anger he made his own self feel and also because he hadn't seen the sun at its full brightness in such a long time.

Moz looked pretty rough. Usually he kept himself well groomed and handsome, something anyone who had ever met him knew, but his current form went against that statement. He looked scruffier and skinnier, verging on being considered sickly looking, and his hair had grown out some. It was still short, but now with an extra inch or more in other places. For some reason, his nose was bleeding. Morrissey wasn't sure why it was, but the sight of crimson trinkling down provided a strange, pleasing feeling, almost like relief. So he didn't wipe it, just let it bleed freely. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm looking for the people I once knew, I'm looking for Arcade and the others. Where are you all at?" He spoke his thoughts aloud, slowly closing the striking blue visionaries located behind the lenses of his spectacles to quietly ponder. "Please stumble across me." His last set of words was a soft whisper as he tilted his head downwards.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]OOC / how could i and moz not remember you!! i certainly do remember :^))

IC / He swiveled his head with his ears upon hearing a voice, one he didn't recognize. His head was roaring with all sorts of things, like how his head felt freakishly heavy and his paws did too, or how his head felt that way but he felt light-headed all at the same time. Maybe it was because his sleeping patterns had been terribly thrown off? Or maybe it was just him stressing to much to the point it made him feel ill? Nothing was processing correctly. It took him a minute to finally answer Toris, "I am Morrissey. I've been away from this place for too long."

Upon seeing the enthusiastic Tama and Matty, his maw curled up the slightest bit in that mere, small smile Morrisssey claimed his. "I remember you, yes, but no memories of you are strong. I think I just saw you around the clan. Greetings to you too Matty, and thank you." He took a shallow breath, blue eyes almost lazily glancing around to the sides of him until they jolted to find the source of another voice, one he knew - Arcade.

When he was away, he planned on seeing Arcade again. But this Arcade was okay and not covered with injuries going through the healing process, scars, or broken wings. The water inside Moz became to boil with anger and for a moment, he though his rage would consume him and that metaphorical water would bubble over. But it wasn't Arcade he was mad at - it was the same as it had always been. Morrissey was mad at himself, mad that he wasn't there to help him or try and protect him. Mad that he hadn't been a good friend to the only friend he actually had. "Instead you whined about your problems and wasn't there to stop his."

Clenching his jaw to the point where his tension was noticable, he'd rush over the quickest he could in his condition. His voice was enraged, fierce. Dripped with his upset. "What happened? Who did it? Tell me, damn - " He was about to say something more when he heard the rest of what his dearest Arcade had said. He couldn't just ignore it, and he had craved to see him too; since day one of his absence. "... I missed you too." Moz murmured in the previous hushed voice from before.