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➼ MOZUME MORTIS-FORRESTER-WULFGANG
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Danger. Death.
She could hear a voice, small and feeble, calling out from within the recesses of her mind. Where was she? How had she been consumed by this endless darkness? She could hear her frantic heart, it's constant drumming pounding in her skull. Now that she thought about it, she didn't know a lot of things. What was her name? Who was she? The girl rolled over in the ebony cradle. Was she even alive? Alive. The word sent a jolt of pain through her entire being. Mouth parted, claws flashed from within the abyss, and she tried to scream. However, as her lungs worked to express her terror, she found that it was impossible: there was no oxygen in her lungs. There was something shoving itself down her throat, stealing away her breath and clouding her mind. She trashed, fighting against it. It was hurting her, destroying her. Killing her.
Foolish. Weak. Die.
The voice spoke again, louder — closer — this time. No, no, no! A paw shot out to defend herself as her eyes opened. Blue. A blue world manifested around her, the strange material that it was made out of blurring her vision. Water. The word came forth from within the panic of her mind. But something wasn't right, was it? There were wisps of red sinking into her surroundings, black dots danced before her, and her lungs were on fire. She tried to take in a breath but water flooded in instead of oxygen, making her weaker. She was drowning. Her eyes swayed, the world beginning to slip away again. But what was that? There was a bright orb of light above her. The girl struck out her legs feebly, slowly crawling her way through the liquid toward it. She needed to reach it — she needed it to save her.
Stop trying. You can't do it. You shouldn't. You shouldn't try, you shouldn't live. You should have died with the rest of them. You left them to suffer. You betrayed them. You killed them. You—
Her head broke through the surface and brilliant warmth hit her face. Alive. River water spewed out of her throat as she sputtered, trying to breathe again. It was an odd sensation: her throat burned as her body purged itself of the water and yet she felt completely frozen. She needed to get out of the cold. Coughing, struggling, and beginning to fade, she struck out for the shore, fighting against the river as it sucked on her fur. Abruptly, her foot scraped against something solid. Alive. Alive. I'm alive. She surged forward and her weak body collapsed on the soft sand, water streaming from her mouth and intermingling with her blood. I'm alive, I'm alive. Her eyes closed. I'm Mozu.
/ to summarize, mozu here is half-drowned and bleeding from a gash above her left eye. it has been awhile since i've had a character in windclan, so i'm excited to be back :^)
[center][spoiler=bitter hopes make you sit and weep — 1/26/17 ]general:
mozume "mozu" mortis-forrester-wulfgang | female
pansexual | single | no crush
apprentice of windclan | flicker x wolfsbane | six months | ages on the 6th of every month
no current mentor | domestic feline | partial soul of saga mortis-forrester-wulfgang | amnesiac
physical:
• calico japanese bobtail, ref
• extremely pale grey eyes
• slender, wiry
• unusually short
• small scars on lower legs
• often found with flowers adorning her
powers:
• flower prints [not mastered]
• telekinesis [undiscovered]
injuries:
• none
personality:
low self-confidence | meek | braver than she realizes | humble
stubborn | resilient | occasionally blunt | loyal
confrontation:
• easy physically | medium mentally
• clumsy — tries her best — not easily agitated
• attack in [color=#CCDCCF]bold #CCDCCF
• can powerplay nonviolent or peaceful actions
