paracosmic kovic — information — member of blizzardclan
no. no, he shouldn't be here. he remembered the taste of skin and flesh, the way his jaws locked around the life of an innocent victim and squeezing - squeezing the energy that one needed to survive. the lonesome nobody had strayed away from blizzardclan after the incident of his succumbing to his taunting temptations, his consciousness haunted by a memory of a nightmare. had it been just a nightmare? it had felt too real, it had caused his heartbeat to pick up at an alarming pace and not out of fear but eager excitement to do whatever monstrosity he had done without knowing. what if they had found out and traced it back to the timid avoiding paracosmic? the one that held not a single shred of explained history or past, the one that had strolled right into their home and tried to fit in like a piece of a puzzle. but he had never been able to fit in. he had known it on the first step he took into the territory when accepted, that the welcoming greetings were only reminders of why he had lived alone for such months without any contact. he knew didn't he? he was well aware of every movement, every twitch and shift of his body and that he was in complete control of who he was, right?
no. he didn't know. he refused to accept the paranoia of being a twisted beast that mothers or fathers told to their children to make them behave. he wanted to be something better than what he had originally been cultured into. he wanted to be himself. so after days of remaining in blizzardclan without having any need to go out and socialize with the living, paracosmic guessed the best he could do for his well-being was go out again and find the cabin. the one that brought him peace. the one that allowed him to step back and view the world as a big picture of still life. it had been beautiful. it was until they had attacked him. taunting rouges had decided to create a nasty potion of chaos when they had spotted him alone in his cabin, immediately deciding that he deserved the pain and fear. maybe he did. but who were they to become the gods that judged him for his hidden sins under his skin? they believed that but paracosmic didn't and he had tried to fight back but he was just one creature against a looming crowd of claws and teeth. the other part of him could have been a much more intimidating beast yet the mutt didn't want to allow himself to sink to such a low level to use his birth body so instead, he fled. he dashed out of his home with volcanic burning tears rolling down his cheeks and tar black blood splattering the ground as he ran away from the little heaven he had found in this cruel, cruel world.
paracosmic had believed he would have bled to death before reaching blizzardclan yet it was a day's travel and he had managed to find a forgotten medicine kit that held basic items - one being bandages. his paws clumsily attempted to wrap the sticky ivory fabric around the gushing wound of his, his breathing unsteady while his normal amber bronze eyes narrowed and now a nasty shade of pine green. damn bastards. those fucking pests. they were going to pay-paracosmic forced himself to not let his anger swallow him whole as the canine decided to just focus on patching himself up and getting back to blizzardclan. would they accept him? would they be willing to allow him back in? he doubted anyone would remember him but it was worth a shot even if it was in the dark of the night. the trembling shivering shepherd chow hybrid stalked through the glistening snow of the old territory before rising up by the stairs to reach the top of the floating islands. he forgot how odd it was and he wondered what was the science behind all of it yet paracosmic tried not to get sidetracked with his multiple thoughts as the male went to a slouched sitting position. his long creamy mottled tail wagged nervously as the male raised a paw to the badly bandaged wound, noticing that black blood was beginning to slowly break through the bandages. "hello...?" paracosmic called out softly, wide puppy marigold eyes searching for help. he should not be here.