Deus Ex Machina
WOULD I HAVE CHANGED?
IF I HAD CHOSEN A DIFFERENT PATH,
IF I HAD STOPPED AND LOOKED BACK?
MALE - PASTEL CALICO 'RAINBOW' WOLF - SINGLE
This time, he hadn't left of his own volition in some pointless attempt to chase down his missing memories. He had meant it when he'd told Elian he planned on giving all that up, that the desert was his home now. He'd been willing to put the past behind him.... but the past hadn't been willing to stay dead.
He wasn't sure how long it had been, or if anyone had noticed he was missing and gone looking for him. He doubted the latter- there'd been no evidence left behind to suggest he'd been taken by force, and in the end his clanmates had probably though he had just abandoned them to go off in search of something better. Despite everything he'd been through, it was this thought that twisted his gut the most painfully. He hadn't wanted to disapoint anyone. He hadn't wanted to leave. In the end though the decision just hadn't been his.
Across the sprawling desert sands, Mochi limped along, utterly exhausted. His legs trembled from the effort of holding up his own body and he was practically dragging his right hind leg as he went, the toes of it caked in sand and blood. Everything aches and burned, and he felt entirely too hot for his own fur. Speaking of which, his once beautiful coat was now a mess of his own blood, the length white fur no longer just splashed with attractive pastel colors of blue and pink and purple and green, but with a dark, ugly reddish brown that was definitely his own blood. There were clawmarks under his left eye and various bites and clawmarks strewn about his body, the most painful of which had been delivered to the muscle of his hind leg and his neck just beneath his chin, where he'd been choked out in the jaws of his captor on multiple occasions.
Everything hurt, not just physically but emotionally as well. He just wanted to go home. It was all he'd been able to think of throughout the entirety of his imprisonment and even now, practically at the border of the territory, he fought to hold back the tears that had his eyes glistening. He'd fought, of course he'd fought. He may have been soft and hardly made of the stuff that Ruiners were made of, but he wasn't totally pathetic. Fighting with Elian had given him a taste of what to expect in that kind of situation and he'd left his kidnapper with many wounds to remember him by, his defiance one of the main reasons his neck had been siezed so many times. But in the end he was still only one person, one small, inexperienced person. And he'd lost.
It was ironic, though. He'd been seeking out his past this whole time, and now that it had caught up with him he was terrified of it. Whoever that had been, whatever they'd done to him, they'd made it abundantly clear that they knew Mochi and that they hated him. She hadn't said why, hadn't said much at all, in fact, but she'd tormented him for weeks in that hellish place.
How was he here now, you might ask? Pure luck and raw emotion. It was all still a little blurry to the pastel calico wolf, but one minute he'd been staring out at the world beyond the bars of his cage, and the next he'd been far off in the distance, free from his confines. Almost as if he'd... teleported. That couldn't be right though, could it? Mochi had no powers, let alone a knowledge of how to use them. And yet here he was, free and on the borders of his home. He kept glancing behind him and stumbling over his own feet, half expecting her to suddenly be there to snatch him back, to drag him back to that wretched place of cold and dark, and he knew he would rather die then let her put him back in that cage. Whatever he'd done to her in the past, whatever the reason was that she hated him so badly, it wasn't him anymore... Mochi was not the person she thought he was- he couldn't even remember the person she thought he was.
When at last the scentlines of the Sanguine Ruins met his nose the weight of it became too much. A choked sob escaped past his lips as he had to stop and gather himself, wiping at the tears that had spilled down his cheeks. He wanted Hebe to appear and tell him he'd be okay. Wanted Elian to find him so that he could finally feel safe. He knew that in his current state many of the Ruiners would just see their own assumptions proved right, that he was too soft to be one of them, but he didn't care. This place was all he had now even if he was just some insignificant speck amongst it's people, and he wouldn't feel better until he could hide within them.
Tilting his head back with a whimper of pain f rom his neck wounds, he'd let a long, sad howl echo out into the dry desert air around him, hopefully calling the few friends he had back to him.
OOC- he has a really bad bite wound to his hind right leg that's battling infection right now, he currently cant' put any weight on it. There are numerous bad bite wounds to the underside of his neck where he was choked out on multiple occasions, there are three claw marks under his left eye, and he has numerous other bite/claw wounds along his body that are battling infection as well due to being confined in unsanitary conditions without medical treatment during his captivity. Also has a mild fever.
thoughtful - kind - protective - playful - occasionally shy - likes approval - possessive - insecure - loves to sing
Machina, known better as 'Mochi' to his close friends, is a male wolf and is known for his multicolored coat, which is mainly white with various pastel colors splashed across it, such as orange, green, red, blue, purple, and yellow. His eyes are a beautiful golden-yellow color, and he is often seen with piercings in his ears, usually chain earrings near the bottom, and a stud higher up on his left ear. He is in very good shape with lean muscle that says he's clearly active and taking care of himself (though he has a tendency to drop weight when stressed), and usually has a friendly/approachable aura to him.