Shura never
planned anything. That didn't mean he never left home, though. He was prone to wandering, to waking up into bouts of lucidity that meant, sometimes, he was just
in places. Not that he was never
himself, he just... didn't always remember. That was probably a better way of articulating what it was like when he rubbed at his eyes and he wasn't
actually home.
It was cold but not white or frozen. Not the tundra, but rather something bleak, brown, and foreign. A place he didn't know, though that was pretty much every place that wasn't snow covered. Shura knew Hyoite... and that was pretty much it. He could visit the same city in Adela a hundred times and think it was different every time.
Some places just didn't stick. Didn't matter.
So, this place was new. Bleak, brown, broken, and cold. How he'd arrived, he wasn't sure, but he could guess. Torn clothes, dried blood, and a sense of wariness meant he'd most likely flown. Blood-craft wings could sprout from his back when he had to get away from something, or someone. That he'd flown so far –
was it far? – he didn't know, so he couldn't begin to speculate.
Shura simply sat here he was and rubbed at his eyes again, chasing away lingering shadows at the corner of his vision. He didn't have time for them right now. Didn't want to fight, didn't want to talk to them. He was tired. Hungry. So hungry. How long had he flown?
More to the point, he also felt weak. Something ached in his chest, eventually causing him to touch it. An old wound, knit together through bloodmagic. Another use of his gift. He didn't remember it, but he knew what it meant. No wonder he was so tired. And hungry.
Probably for the best he hadn't landed somewhere heavily populated. He'd have likely flown into a crazed, hungry frenzy and tried to sap all the blood from those around him. Though Shura wasn't sure that being... wherever he was... without some source of nutrition was better. Was it?
Was it? The whisper echoed and bounced around in his head until he rubbed at his ear.
Not now. He'd deal with that... later. Maybe there'd be some stray lizard or something for him to drain dry. It wasn't perfect, wasn't ideal,
not good at all, but it'd suit. It'd work. He'd be fine.
After he sat here a little longer. Give his legs a rest. Maybe even shut his eyes. Then the shadows couldn't pester him while he rested.
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So, I just read up on the curse and I'm actually cackling because now Shura can be crazier than he was before. I mean, he wasn't really in control of anything anyway so.... let's do this >:3