[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 420px; border-radius: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify; ] Get up.
Sendak did not want to get up. Too many things on his body hurt for him to possibly be able to get up. It felt like there was a hole punched through his head, his entire side ached in the kind of way that hinted at a multitude of angry bruises covering the skin beneath his plush coat, his stomach and chest had this odd stuffed-with-cotton sensation and his mouth and throat were lined with sandpaper. He didn't know where he was or who could find him and frankly, the Galra was ready to die.
The child's body convulsed in a weak, forced laugh at the theatrics of it all.
No, but really, get up. Get up! He gasped, forcing in air until his lungs felt stretched and the fuzz in his chest started melting into mere soreness. Sendak opened his eyes and only one responded. Wrinkled his nose, moved his jaw, and focused on opening his other eye to no avail. That is not good. He squinted and the skin around his unresponsive eye stung. No. How do you look after yourself with one eye? Where'd his eye even go? How the hell does one just lose their eye?
Crashed...? Doesn't matter. Think later, get up. The small creature let out a small ah, painfully dragging himself to his feet. His head was spinning and his stomach was tied in knots. He fell the first time and the impact struck a shard of something that was embedded in his haunch. "Agh!" Sendak yelped, wobbling to his paws again and trying to twist his body around so he could reach it. With his remaining eye, he noticed small fragments of a sharp, clear material at his feet. There was...I was here in something. But whatever it was was gone save these shards. Sendak managed to dig the one out of his haunch meat and spat it out with a very small noise of disgust.
The child staggered forward, occasionally stopping to paw at the crusted scabs around where his eye should've been, but definitely was not. His ears - oddly shaped and incredibly large for a cat - drooped down for the most part, though they occasionally swiveled and flexed in almost impressive motions when he thought he heard something close by. The back of his leg was wet with blood and his face was crusted with scabs and he was aching all over and he hated it. Sendak took a few deep, steadying breaths despite how badly it hurt. Keep going and... And what? He was lost, not just in an unfamiliar territory but on an unfamiliar planet, and for all he knew, the inhabitants would be slobbering, hostile tyrants and he'd die for real.
Not without a fight. Sendak reminded himself grimly, cautiously avoiding a patch of fragrant heather. Might be a poisonous plant, for all he knew.
Eventually the child stumbled upon something with a different smell altogether. Markings? Oh, no. He didn't want to see what lived here. Didn't want to talk with the locals. He wanted to go home. The throbbing in his back leg and emptiness in his eye socket were swift to remind him that he was in no position to be picky. Just try. If you die, so be it.
"H-" He stammered, voice cracking, and his face flushed with a mixture of shame and irritation. "Hello?"
// injuries:
scraped paw pads
cuts all over body (varying in severity, most are minor)
stabbed haunch
severe bruising + head trauma
missing an eye
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i.
npc x npc - attack in bold #826373 - feel free to powerplay nonviolent actions - all opinions are ic - faceclaim is sendak (v:ld) - medium physically & mentally
ii.
resembles a domestic feline - mauve fur - awkwardly big ears - bright yellow eye - no pupil - one eye's gone - lowkey an alien - The Fluffiest Kid Ever - stubby lil tail - roughly five months old
iii.
determined - skeptical - hard-working - stubborn little sh*t - Angry™ - developing sadistic tendencies - trying his best
iv.
telepathy (undiscovered) - super strength (undiscovered)
