A SENSE OF A CONTROL / private, caesar

being totally blind and travelling would be seen as an impossible task, but somehow henri made do. he was fourteen months now, and it had been four months since his dad died, leaving him as the leader of the church of belial. he was a missionary, his goal to spread his gospel. he had been told that his dead eyes were merely a blessing from belial- to shield him from the cruelties of the faithless.

however, he thought of it as a curse as he smacked his head into countless tree trunks, tripped over rocks, and fell into the ocean. he had been walking on some sort of railroad, judging by the cool metal bars beneath his paws, when he accidentally took a left and plunged into the cool ocean, tasting the salt in his mouth. he climbed back on the land, having lost his sunglasses in the water. henri panted, rolling over, squeezing his eyes shut. his eyes burned from both the salt and the sun, and he was dehydrated and tired. where the hell was snowbound? he was told it was a snow, cold place, but this was too hot and near the ocean. had he gone the wrong direction this whole time?

[member=590]CAESAR CIPHER.[/member]