Post by Dosu on Aug 26, 2022 22:44:48 GMT -5
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Dosu's PL: 10 (Antisense ON)
Dosu woke up from a long slumber. It took him a while for his senses to get back to him after emerging from this dreamless sleep. It turns out he had not died or if he did, the afterlife was a long shot from what he had anticipated. He still hurted all over, each and every muscle in his body screaming in pain every time he tried to move. Therefore, he did nothing but wait. He was also surprised to find that most of his wounds had closed, the most grievous ones, that his. He would have to thank his natural healing factor for that (though, unbeknownst to him, it was exterior aid that did most of the work).
Losing himself in past memories, the Heran wondered when was the last time he had been this beaten up. A few spars with his siblings popped into his mind, all too bloody and intense to be considered mere play. Both his brother and sister had always found him to be the perfect training dummy and in a barely disguised session of bullying, they took it out on him. Because, somehow, he could take it and given his lack of power, barely did anything to bite back at them. Still, he had to hand it over to the people of Earth. Even the roughest sibling quarrels didn’t quite match the amount of violence he endured.
Perhaps this was a sign of him becoming stronger? How would he fare now, against both of them? That’s something he’d have to find out for himself, after all. For the time being, Dosu wondered how to get out of this predicament. Wait, how did he end up here in the first place? This would remain an unanswered question as he had something far more urging on his mind.
“I’m hungry.”
Indeed, being wounded to the brink of death sure worked up an appetite.
OOC: Let's prepare a feast!