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summary: as a result of taking drugs through the nose, leo managed to burn everything important in his nose and therefore cause his nose to stop functioning. he lost his sense of smell as a result. this is so shitty now that i read it fml
▪ he ends up getting high, getting lost once out of the territory, passing out in a field of purple flowers, going through a mental breakdown as he realizes that he's lost his sense of smell, and making it back to the rebellion.
▪ you can jump in if you want! even though it's a oneshot, i'll be happy to have people respond because this is a crucial moment in leo's life. if you want a time reference, leo's been gone for two days. he's probably going to end up hugging everyone because he's extremely home and family-oriented lmao
▪ ic opinions when leo mentions your character!
"You're not getting them back."
Leo wasn't sure why he felt so elevated yet his thoughts were so...depressing. He wasn't one to go through such thoughts, as he was often considered to be an optimistic person. Were these thoughts messing with his mind more than he believed they were? No, they couldn't be, he had only been using them for a couple of days. It couldn't be possible for them to take root inside of him through a mere span of a couple of days. He decided to attempt to push the thought away, focus on what was at hand - however, in all honesty, he could barely even tell where he was let alone what he was doing. Everything seemed dreamlike, almost as if the world he lived in was completely unreal.
"You should listen to me. What would everyone else think? You're an addict."
"Already know what they think." Leo murmured in response, aiming to take a sniff of the air in order to find out where exactly he was only to end up wincing in pain. Ouch, he had almost forgotten that his nose was burning painfully lately. Once he recovered, he added in response to his own thoughts, "They dunno what I do it for." Truth be told, Leo doubted that they even knew he was an amnesiac. With how long he had been in the Rebellion, one could even consider him a boy of many memories, yet that statement was far beyond true.
"Alright, fine. What about Helix? What would he think if his boyfriend was high off his ass all the time? He'll dump you as soon as he realizes what you're doing. Nobody likes an addict, Pearlcatcher made that obvious. Remember?"
"Stop usin' Helix agains' 'e." Leo hissed, almost stumbling in the process. "An' isn't Pearlcatcher, like, 100 years ol'? He ain't high n' mighty 'cause he's ol'."
"What about Epiphany? He's young and you looked like you scared him. He was just trying to help."
"He was tryin' to take 'm high away."
"Is that all you care about? You asshole...you would let them all die just so you can get high. It's not even working."
"It's workin'! I jus' need some time." His vision was blurred and Leo decided to stop walking - hell, he felt like he was floating, so he might as well stop to just recollect himself. He took more than usual this time, which was quite obvious by his restlessness, paranoia, and voice hallucinations. "An' I wouldn't let 'em die. Soon as I get my memories back, I'll protect 'em all. 'M useless withou' 'm memories." He attempted to lean up against the trunk of what he believed was a true, yet in all honesty, Leo couldn't really tell at this point. He didn't feel real. Trying to take a deep breath, Leo closed his eyes, although that just made him feel more uncomfortable. He didn't want to be engulfed in total darkness.
"Earth to Leo, Earth to Leo. Where the hell are you?"
"...Dunno. Space?" Man, he really felt like he was floating through the boundaries between space and time. Was it a good feeling? Frankly, Leo didn't know how to describe it. If anything, it felt strange and abnormal.
"That's not good, you twit! Fucking hell, get a hold of yourself."
"Shaddup. You get a hol' of yourself."
"Hey...hey, you smell that? It smells nice, comforting. You know where I'm talking about?"
"Do I look like I fuckin' know?" Leo murmured in an irritated tone of voice, but he still took the time to attempt to get past the searing pain in his nose by sniffing the air. It took him quite a while but eventually, he did identify the scent. The voice was right, it was nice and comforting. Leo was drawn to his paws by instinct, finding himself craving to go to whatever that scent happened to be. "Where is it?" He slurred, pink eyes darting around his current area. Where was it, where was it, where was it?
"Up ahead! Just a couple of paces ahead. C'mon, what are you waiting for, kid?"
"I'm goin', I'm goin'." Leo responded as he began to move forward, following the scent right to where he believed it was.
"Yes! You made it! See, what'd I tell ya? I knew we could do it!"
Leo merely laughed in response, feeling himself begin sinking to the cold ground beneath him.
"...Leo? Leo, you good? What the hell?! Leo!"
With a fading fit of victorious giggles, the blonde feline fell to the ground, surrounded by the beautiful and comforting aroma.
- - -
Something was brushing against his leg...was it? He couldn't really tell. Was he even awake? Once again, Leo wasn't able to tell.
As his mind plunged into a war, Leo's eyes slowly cracked open, the haziness that once clouded them now gone. His eyes opened and closed for a couple of more times as Leo attempted to grasp consciousness again while sleep tugged him back - it was a brutal tug-o-war match. Thankfully, Leo managed to muster up enough strength in order to pull himself out of his former unconscious state. His eyes began blinking rapidly in confusion, trying to focus on the green and purple blurs that were in front of him. Where was he? He didn't remember anything from before. His eyes soon got back into focus and the former chief enforcer was able to tell that he was lying in a bed - no, a field - of purple flowers, their stems slowly moving whenever a breeze blew by them. Leo glanced up above them, seeing the sky a dark purple, marking that it was getting late in the evening. It wasn't night yet, though, as none of the stars were out and the sky wasn't pitch black. God, where was he?
The blonde feline pushed himself to his paws, a little too quickly, and glanced around the field. So far, it was empty, surrounded by a forest that looked more than threatening in the developing darkness. How did he even get here? He felt like he was miles and miles away from the Rebellion. Panic was the first emotion to settle in. Perhaps there was a clan's scent somewhere around here? Yeah, he should figure that out first. He didn't want to be caught trespassing, after all. Lifting his nose into the air, Leo attempted to sniff the air only to have no scent come to him. Normally, that wouldn't be as concerning, but absolutely no scent came. Not the scent of the wind, not the scent of the flowers, and definitely not the scent of the pine trees that surrounded the field.
"What the hell?" Leo muttered to himself in confusion, placing a paw on his nose. He didn't feel it?! His nose felt incredibly numb, as if it didn't even exist on his face. Not to mention the fact that he couldn't even smell his own scent, which was more than alarming, to say the least. "What...? Leo echoed before grabbing a couple of flowers and pulling them from the ground, pushing them against his nose. Maybe he was just imagining things. Maybe he wasn't close enough to anything in order to properly smell it. However, as he forcefully pushed the flowers up against his nose, he still couldn't get a whiff of them. It was almost as if the flowers didn't have a scent at all.
No...no, these had to be bad flowers. Maybe they weren't real. In a state of panic, Leo ripped more flowers from the ground and pushed them against his nose. Still nothing. The feline's emotions took over and he began to rip more and more flowers from their homes, not even bothering to test-smell some of them. At this point, he was in a state of pure desperation and panic. The flowers stole his sense of smell, they took it from him, he had to get it back, maybe if he ripped up more of them, they would give it back to him. "Give it back, give it back, give it back! You stole it from me!" Leo shouted as he began to roughly pull more innocent flowers out of the ground, watching as they piled beneath him. He didn't care about them, they could stay there forever and rot for all Leo cared. They were thieves, they took what was his, they...
Didn't deserve it. They were just flowers. Leo's rapid movements gradually came to a stop and he glanced down at the pile near his paws. The pile of now dead flowers, the pile of the innocent lives he stole. They were roughly pulled out of their homes and dropped in a pile as if they were nothing. It was brutal. It brought a nauseating feeling to Leo's chest and he felt hot tears begin to brim at his eyes. The feline bent down, gathering the dead flowers in his paws. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He choked out, feeling the tears escape from his eyes and roll down his cheeks. It burned. It hurt to cry; it hurt his chest, his eyes, and his throat. He hated it. He buried his face in them, dismayed at cold and fragile they felt.
"All I wanted to do was get them back." Leo sobbed into the flowers, the flowers that were no longer living, the flowers that he could no longer smell.
It looks like he lost more than he gained.
- - -
He felt homesick.
Leo kept his gaze fixed on the ground as he walked; since he wasn't able to smell anymore, it would be useless to use scent as a useful tool to help find his way back into the Rebellion. The voice in his head that had been bothering him earlier was now fully gone, leaving Leo with the silence within his own mind. In a way, that was scarier than what he had been going through before and he found himself missing that mocking little voice. The atmosphere around him was very silent save for the wind blowing through the trees that towered above him. He felt bad leaving the dead, fragile flowers behind, but he wasn't able to carry them all with him. He also wasn't too keen on having a reminder on what he had done. The flowers deserved to say where they were, even if they would eventually be blown away by the wind of eaten by some rodent.
His thoughts were interrupted by his stomach growling loudly. Leo let out a small wince of embarrassment, yet thankfully there didn't seem to be anyone around. Leo didn't feel hungry but according to his stomach, it appeared like he was. How long had he even been out? That would remain a mystery, or at least until he got to the Rebellion and asked, it would. By the way, was he even close to getting back home? Nothing really looked familiar, much to Leo's dismay. Maybe he's going the wrong way? Ha, imagine how disappointing that would be. He would be lost forever if that happened - wait, what was that in the distance? Was that the carnival? With a renewed hope and energy, Leo began to pick up his pace, sniffing the air by pure instinct. It had to be the Rebellion, it just had to. He had nowhere else to go if it wasn't.
As a familiar camp crossed his sight, Leo felt a sigh of relief escape from his lips. His homesick feeling began to slowly ebb away as he took further steps towards their camp, both eager to get back and reluctant to face those who wanted to help yet hadn't been able to. They were probably going to scold him, right? "Oh, Leo, you idiot, now look what you've done." At least, that was what Leo believed they would sound like. Or perhaps it would be more in the lines of, "With all the drugs you were taking, you deserved to lose your sense of smell." Either way, Leo found himself not caring. He just wanted to see everyone again.
"Hey, guys, what's up? I'm hoooome! Hope ya didn't miss me for...however long I was gone. Or out." Leo loudly called to no one in particular as he tiredly stumbled into camp, a genuine smile plastered on his face despite what he had gone through.
Nothing felt right but at least he was home.
GENERAL:
▪ Leo | Male
▪ God of War
▪ Homosexual homoromantic
▪ 12 months | Mentally over 100 years old | Ages randomly
— January 26, 2016
▪ The Rebellion of Terminus
RELATIONSHIPS:
▪ Taken | ½ Heleo
▪ Unknown parents / no known family
IMPORTANT FACTS:
▪ Suffering from insomnia and amnesia, prone to forgetfulness.
▪ Starting to do drugs.
▪ Excellent swordsman.
▪ Pinterest board
PERSONALITY:
▪ Outgoing | Energetic | Mischievous | Optimistic
▪ Reckless | Troublemaker | Courageous
▪ Tends to be moody | Mild depression | Prone to feelings of hopelessness
▪ Bases decisions off of emotions rather than logic
▪ Head or Heart | Leader or Follower | Dominant or Submissive | Lover or Fighter
PHYSICAL:
▪ DOMESTIC FELINE | health: 96%
— Leo is a rather short domestic feline with pale blonde fur and vibrant pink eyes. He has little to no undermarkings and seems plain from a distance. He sometimes wears accessories yet for the most part, he keeps them stashed away. He is sometimes seen holding knives or, in rare cases, a sword.
— [i]accessories: bandages on shoulders, neck, and front paws.
— [i]injuries: mild blight on shoulders and still has healing wounds from previous torture on his neck and front paws.
POWERS:
▪ Ability to glow (eyes glow pink when distressed)
▪ Elemental power: Fire
INTERACTION:
▪ Medium physically | Difficult mentally
▪ Extreme when in god-mode, yet that rarely ever happens
▪ Attack in bolded #D64065
▪ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions
