How long had it been?
Realistically it had been around two weeks, half a month, but to a concussed brain damaged moose that had so many troubled thoughts within his brain, it felt like it had only been a few days since his departure.
So, why did he go?
Many reasons, all disturbing, all torturous to think of. His mind was deteriorating, fading away significantly so that he had started being violent, he had started being loud and Unpredictable in ways he never ever was before. He was a threat to the clan, to those he loved and he had to leave before hed make his faniky ache. He had to find a cure to his own insanity but as his search ended up hopeless and after he had underwent some rather unfortunate, reocurring episodes of self mutilation that left him more broken than ever, Atticus realized he couldnt fix this withiut risking things. His brain had been damaged, mis motor skills poor and it was made significant with a tremble in his knees and uneasiness in his steps.
His original plan of using Lithium was proven ineffective for he could not find such ore, so, the veteran turned to something he knew worked despite its many negative side effects.
Opium.
So, the moose collected opium poppy seed pods wherever he came across them, biting into the little thing and sucking it's content until a proper dosage was found.
it worked.
His emotions grew more easy, more consistent and balanced. His hallucinations died down when taken at a certain dosage, however, he grew incredibly lethargic, drowsy and exhausted under the influence of the drug. His breathing grew more poor and he found himself often light headed. Once again he was addicted, but he had no choice but to cling onto his last remaining form of sanity that would probably end in the death of him due to the strain upon the body.
But, like he had thought, something had to be risked for an easy mind.
His moods were balanced, his phsychotic symptoms controlled, it was time to go home.
The moose walked onto the Windclan border, there was a tremor in his knees due to his brain damage, there were scars littering his body - especially over the premature velvet of his head and the cranium region.
The most significant scar upon the male, however, was a huge gash over a side of his throat, a cut that had split his jugular in a desperate attempt to escape life.
It seemed like the moose had returned in a much more severe physical condition.
Unaturaly dilated pupils fixed themselves ahead to stare over the horizon, anticipation and anxiety wringing the male's heart as he waiting for somebody - anybody.
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GENERAL:
- Atticus Hacksaw| "Attie" | Male
- Homosexual
- Taken, married to Henry Hacksaw
- Former medic and deputy of Windclan
- Wandering
- Father to many
- Stage 4 of 4
FACTS:
-Was a medic in World War 2
-Holocaust survivor
-Mentally disturbed, many undiagnosed illnesses
-Religious, Jewish
-Regularly uses Opium
PHYSICAL:
- Moose | health: 55%
— An absolutely gigantic bull moose covered in scars with a dark brown coat with a huge black muzzle. Has dark olive eyes and extremely long, thin legs that render him quite clumsy. Has a giant rack upon his head which is currently covered in fluffy, soft velvet. Wears a gold chain necklace with his wedding ring on it. Has mild brain damage and a healing gash over his throat. Is covered in scars.
PERSONALITY:
-ISFP
STABLE
Polite, Respectful, Determined, Faithful, Devoted, Loyal, selfless, level-headed, courageous,
UNSTABLE
Unpredictable, Temperamental, Uneasy, Paranoid, Guilty, Ashamed, Distant, Delusional, Defensive,
INTERACTION:
- Moderate physically | Easy mentally
- Will avoid fights
- Attack in underlined black
