[When Clarence wakes up on the beach, he coughs and hacks and chokes far longer than necessary. Pain is still unfamiliar to him, and so the salt water against his open wounds might as well be a knife to his gut. Sand is yet another unpleasant new sensation -- no matter how much he spits, the particles remain stuck on his tongue, in his throat. Having a body is such a hindrance. Everything is so uncomfortable. How do humans survive?
But Clarence isn't a human, at least not now. This is the second time he's woken up on the peninsula, and he's already transformed into one of the hideous beasts that is warned about on the pamphlet. His grey, fly-like wings buzz and twitch. His second mouth, the one inside his stomach, pulses under his soaking wet shirt in a permenant gaping gasp. His antennae flick. His pitch black eyes shoot open and squeeze closed with every cough.]
Christ!
[His voice is sharp and unpleasant, even if you don't account for the copious amounts of salt water and sand in his sinuses. He looks from left to right, his nostrils flaming.
clarence | penumbra: black plague
[When Clarence wakes up on the beach, he coughs and hacks and chokes far longer than necessary. Pain is still unfamiliar to him, and so the salt water against his open wounds might as well be a knife to his gut. Sand is yet another unpleasant new sensation -- no matter how much he spits, the particles remain stuck on his tongue, in his throat. Having a body is such a hindrance. Everything is so uncomfortable. How do humans survive?
But Clarence isn't a human, at least not now. This is the second time he's woken up on the peninsula, and he's already transformed into one of the hideous beasts that is warned about on the pamphlet. His grey, fly-like wings buzz and twitch. His second mouth, the one inside his stomach, pulses under his soaking wet shirt in a permenant gaping gasp. His antennae flick. His pitch black eyes shoot open and squeeze closed with every cough.]
Christ!
[His voice is sharp and unpleasant, even if you don't account for the copious amounts of salt water and sand in his sinuses. He looks from left to right, his nostrils flaming.
Someone will pay for this.]