07-26-2018, 03:14 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]/this is awful BUT I DID IT
Gabriel didn't take much time to ever really look at himself. He knew the general basics of himself: owl-cat, wings, beak, talons, long-ass tail, white speckles on his wings. There wasn't much more than that, in all honesty, but at times he just...wondered. He knew what it was like for people to see him for the first time, because this wasn't his original body; when he first saw it, he had found himself stumbling through several emotions, the first shock, the second confusion, the third disgust. Yeah, all right, maybe few people ever went that far in visible reactions when they saw him, but he didn't blame them for it when those expressions did crop up. He was- he didn't even understand the logistics of how his body worked. Gabe had an owl's digestive system in terms of hacking up pellets, and a sleeping schedule constantly wavering between one animal's habits and the other's, but beyond those, he was at a loss. Was his entire skeleton built like a bird's, in terms of hollow bones? Were his blood vessels partially an owl's, with the way he could twist his head?
He didn't suppose it mattered much. Regardless of how he existed, he lived nonetheless, in all his fucked up glory. Sometimes he was tempted to track those eggheads down, ask them what the hell they did to him, but- he couldn't bring himself to do it. Gabriel didn't want to, because he hoped to leave that section of his life behind with his old body. It would help if he didn't always feel so bizarre looking at his reflection, always with the blaring alarms of this isn't right. They did so now, as he stared into the pond, onyx eyes gazing right back, almost accusatory.
"Never thought I'd miss those scars."
[align=right][i]——INFO
Gabriel didn't take much time to ever really look at himself. He knew the general basics of himself: owl-cat, wings, beak, talons, long-ass tail, white speckles on his wings. There wasn't much more than that, in all honesty, but at times he just...wondered. He knew what it was like for people to see him for the first time, because this wasn't his original body; when he first saw it, he had found himself stumbling through several emotions, the first shock, the second confusion, the third disgust. Yeah, all right, maybe few people ever went that far in visible reactions when they saw him, but he didn't blame them for it when those expressions did crop up. He was- he didn't even understand the logistics of how his body worked. Gabe had an owl's digestive system in terms of hacking up pellets, and a sleeping schedule constantly wavering between one animal's habits and the other's, but beyond those, he was at a loss. Was his entire skeleton built like a bird's, in terms of hollow bones? Were his blood vessels partially an owl's, with the way he could twist his head?
He didn't suppose it mattered much. Regardless of how he existed, he lived nonetheless, in all his fucked up glory. Sometimes he was tempted to track those eggheads down, ask them what the hell they did to him, but- he couldn't bring himself to do it. Gabriel didn't want to, because he hoped to leave that section of his life behind with his old body. It would help if he didn't always feel so bizarre looking at his reflection, always with the blaring alarms of this isn't right. They did so now, as he stared into the pond, onyx eyes gazing right back, almost accusatory.
"Never thought I'd miss those scars."
[align=right][i]——INFO
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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