Coming back to life is much like waking up from a long, dreamless slumber.
He's wrapped in something, constricted and suspended by a warmth that makes his skin buzz. For a few long moments, Rezo has no feelings about his circumstances, only physical awareness. This gradually turns into confusion, particularly when he feels something hairy poke at his head. Which is also accompanied by whooshes of air that have a fetid smell, akin to a fish market or a butcher's. Rather like...
"Ghh-"
...Rather like the breath of a giant carnivorous beast, actually!
Rezo stiffens. His animal instincts take over, and without consciously deciding to do so he tries playing dead.
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He's wrapped in something, constricted and suspended by a warmth that makes his skin buzz. For a few long moments, Rezo has no feelings about his circumstances, only physical awareness. This gradually turns into confusion, particularly when he feels something hairy poke at his head. Which is also accompanied by whooshes of air that have a fetid smell, akin to a fish market or a butcher's. Rather like...
"Ghh-"
...Rather like the breath of a giant carnivorous beast, actually!
Rezo stiffens. His animal instincts take over, and without consciously deciding to do so he tries playing dead.