"I'mma take ya fer all ye got... Just..don't make me hit you...Mr. Pink Pony...I'll hurt you, I swear...I will." The words came slurring from his voice as his skinny form stumbled over the jolting roots of evergreen trees. He walked like a blind-man, feeling his way from trunk to trunk for, in reality, there was no other way to navigate. The wrappings around his eyes prevented sight, and even more so with the lack of eyeballs. This blind man told no lies in his motions; he really was blind.
But for someone like him, who'd lived as long as he had, being blind was really no excuse to be stumbling around like an idiot. There were a few other signs that indicated the reasoning behind his senseless stumblings. For one, if a passerby was close enough, they would be capable of smelling the alcohol heavy on his breath and two, if they had eyes, they could clearly see the liquor calabash hanging around his skinny neck, swish-swoshing with wine.
"I'm Ginzu, I'm telling you...I don't take no shit..." He hiccupped severely, nearly causing his bare feet to lose their footing upon the forest floor. "From nobody!" His words were being spoken to one in particular, especially since he was all alone in his journey through the Niahi Woods. There were a multitude of possibilities that could happen to one when they were all alone in the woods.
A cold gust picked up from the east, sweeping across the scars along his bareback. Ginzu never traveled fully clothed, his blood always ended up burning away the cloth. So, instead, he wandered around in bracers, shorts, and a pony-tail like a corpse that had just been dug up. As far as he could remember, he may as well have been, so thin and emaciated was his body. He walked like a drunk ape, his back arching forward and having to use the trunks of trees for support. He used his senses to guide him on his way, hearing the wind rustle through the leaves and open spaces between trees. Despite his state, he could navigate as well as, if not better than, any sighted man.
"I'mma catch ya, you damn pony. I'm gonna catch you and then tame you and then...butcher you! Make into glue strong enough to hold a thousand calabashes together!" Ginzu laughed at his lame attempt at a joke and pressed onward and paused only when he heard the rushing of water nearby. A river? Must be. He followed the sound until he could faintly detect droplets of water fall on the numbed flesh of his feet. And with that, he sat, popped the top on his calabash and drank generously from it before closing it and suddenly feeling himself fall back and unconscious along the riverbank.