[fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;font-size:10.8px;text-align:justify;width;360px;line-height:130%;]It was plain and somewhat ugly. There was no way present to get around the simple nature of the fact, though one might be hard-pressed to seek one out of him, the mind of the feline one set towards things less practical, the fantastical entering a place for him reality could not quite reach, but then, beauty is held within the eye of the beholder, is it not? Only a basic structure was present in the old wood, not quite what it had been made for, given a strong body which curved and became rounded towards the base. It seemed someone had taken an axe to it and left a clear cut right at the bottom, cutting off the rounded edge though it made use of it, making it suited to bearing weight and left as a somewhat unorthodox but useful false limb.
He had held no illusion of such things before, only a child caught beneath the steel teeth of a trap, feeling it tear through flesh to become caught in bone. There had been nothing than for him but pain, the heat and flare of it as it rose, worked through the shoulder until everything seemed to ache, a dull throb of pain he could not outrun. All too young to endure he had collapsed when it had been necessary to remove it entirely, the begins of infection eating at the damaged skin, a threat too great to leave. Years had passed since that day yet still it was clear, not given to the hazy edge his other memories had obtained, rather, it was stark and tore at him in those nights when the pain rose, phantoms wrapped about the shortened limb.
Claws glided over the cracked, splintered surface of the old wood, catching on the scarred iron bands which encircled it within three places, put there to give it a bit more integrity, keeping the broken wood together if only for a short time. It was ugly, a plain thing of wood stained a deep red with the thick bands of metal to hold the crumbling thing together, but it was enough. There were others, of course there were others, those who held the plated metal which encased a complex network of wire and false muscle, made to bend and work, mimicking what was lost. They were all just weight to disturb the body until it became used to it, an ugly thing he had no wish to obtain if it was not necessary, somehow this thing seemed better, more suited to one such as he.
His thoughts drew to a slow close as he found the first small buds, little things struggling to grow amongst the wide cracks, barely visible. Surely they had not been there before. Intrigued now Blissful carefully worked his paw along the cracks again, a soft huff of laughter raising as he watched the fauna slowly move, trembling slightly as they grew. It seemed today was a day of discovery, one he not thought possible. Distrustful of many of the powers, strange for one given to the paranormal and more fantastical for all the wonder and splendour it held, this seemed little to him, a thing that would not hold great impact.
There would be time enough to play around with the strange ability he had seemed to gain later, his attention turning to the rather complicated matter of putting the false limb on. Hollowed out and given a good bit of padding the end was clearly meant for one with some still remaining to their missing limb, the space a bit snug for him though it fit the ragged stump which ended his leg. All the same the task of handling the straps and buckles was not one he could do alone, meant to encircle the neck and other leg to be buckled around the back.
“Uh… Could someone help me with this, please…?” Unsure was the question, his gaze lifting and he hoped another might be willing to offer a hand, aha no, do not make that joke.
[ooc] retro to the tornado since i only just noticed it happened when i was finishing this up, also have no idea if this would work for a prosthetic because i pulled it out of thing air last night and have been fiddling with it for a bit, ah well, not changing it now
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