[After everything, seeing the ocean was the last thing Bertolt had expected, but there it was.
After coming to with his face in the sand, Bertolt had opted to stay by the beach, bare knees drawn up to his chest and one arm looped around them, his free hand resting against the side of his head. His memory was fuzzy, but he doesn't remember the ocean being so cold, but part of it has to be from the fact that his sleeves are missing near the shoulders and his pants have been torn at the thigh. He doesn't want to think about the circumstances that resulted in looking like this, but Bertolt can't erase the image from his mind. The heat, the fear, and the crushing pressure against his head -- and now he's here, in a strange and unfamiliar land.
Alone.
Or so he thinks, because despite how much Bertolt tries to ignore it, he can't shake the feeling that he's being watched.]
[Four]
[Hearing about what was supposed to happen to Bertolt had been one thing, and seeing other 'monsters' was too, but to actually have it happen? That was another basket of something else entirely.
Fortunately he seems to have escaped relatively unscathed, but there was no way to deny that he was turning into something. It had started with his fingernails tapering off into sharp claws that no matter what Bertolt did, they never stayed dull for long. Next, small patches of what looked like scales started to appear under and around his eyes, and even down the sides of his neck. Then came the hunger he had heard so much about, but that in itself had been easy enough to ignore.
Though this time, Bertolt can be found outside of a shop in Bavan, his mouth open as far as he can get it while he gingerly pokes at the sharp points of his canines in a mirror. At least, up until the mirror shatters, eliciting a sharp yelp of surprise as he nicks his finger on one of his teeth.]
Bertolt Hoover | Attack on Titan
[After everything, seeing the ocean was the last thing Bertolt had expected, but there it was.
After coming to with his face in the sand, Bertolt had opted to stay by the beach, bare knees drawn up to his chest and one arm looped around them, his free hand resting against the side of his head. His memory was fuzzy, but he doesn't remember the ocean being so cold, but part of it has to be from the fact that his sleeves are missing near the shoulders and his pants have been torn at the thigh. He doesn't want to think about the circumstances that resulted in looking like this, but Bertolt can't erase the image from his mind. The heat, the fear, and the crushing pressure against his head -- and now he's here, in a strange and unfamiliar land.
Alone.
Or so he thinks, because despite how much Bertolt tries to ignore it, he can't shake the feeling that he's being watched.]
[Four]
[Hearing about what was supposed to happen to Bertolt had been one thing, and seeing other 'monsters' was too, but to actually have it happen? That was another basket of something else entirely.
Fortunately he seems to have escaped relatively unscathed, but there was no way to deny that he was turning into something. It had started with his fingernails tapering off into sharp claws that no matter what Bertolt did, they never stayed dull for long. Next, small patches of what looked like scales started to appear under and around his eyes, and even down the sides of his neck. Then came the hunger he had heard so much about, but that in itself had been easy enough to ignore.
Though this time, Bertolt can be found outside of a shop in Bavan, his mouth open as far as he can get it while he gingerly pokes at the sharp points of his canines in a mirror. At least, up until the mirror shatters, eliciting a sharp yelp of surprise as he nicks his finger on one of his teeth.]
Ow--!
[Wildcard!]
[Come at me!]