Post by ALEXEI KUZNETSOV on Mar 18, 2011 3:48:23 GMT -5
| [atrb=width,450][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=border,1,true][atrb=bordercolor,374352,true][atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2gtqn8h.png,true] How far back should I have to go? This was his haven, this park, these trees and these rocks, the only place he felt he could be in peace from the foreign world he found himself living within, from time to time he could not remember this, but almost every day would his feet lead him to the same spot and he would find the same kind of tranquillity in the scenery served to him. It was strange, he could not recall coming here, couldn’t recall where else he was suppose to be either, in fact no recollections at all- his head was blank as to where he was and how he had lived, if he had lived at all. The polar bear had woke up earlier to see a run down apartment he only vaguely knew as his own from the scent, and since had wandered around wondering if every... Human? Came into existence in this way? Just waking up in a bed and setting out to explore. Although it was the first time he did them it still felt as if he had been doing them forever, pulling his thick clothes over his largely furred body, eating the food he found in the refrigerator before heading out. Walking across unknown streets and end up just where he wanted to be, talking and noticing that people understood his tongue, and he understood them in return. so strange… He couldn’t help but to feel like he should do something, surely food didn’t appear on its own? It did this morning, though. Would it be hunting? A job? Did he have education? Questions was filling his head, many that he could not answer, and some he saw no point in answering even if he could. It seemed he would have to figure out these things on his own; any of the people he had asked had only given him the weird look and proceeded to walk away from him as if he was contagious. why? In the end he had had to settle with not knowing, perhaps it was best even, and so he had walked until he arrived at his unknown haven, as usual stopping to smile at the scenery before seating himself under a tree, content with just watching bird fly and kids play. Well protected legs, clad in thick garments and fur, was sprawled out, knees arched upwards in a relaxed posture. His just as thickly clad upper body was rested on the trunk of a tree, with his hair stuck in the bark. He had to be a funny sight, dressed as if expecting a blizzard and so pale and white haired he might as well have been a ghost for all the strange glances he was receiving. | [atrb=width,100,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,3,true][atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/2gtqn8h.png,true] |
