Post by Jericho Dragoon on Jan 6, 2018 4:47:00 GMT
Jericho woke up with a nasty headache, a headache to end all headaches, though he has thought that a few hundred times before and each one seems to get far worse to him. However, besides his nasty headache, he was warm, which was good, means he wasn't freezing to death like the few other times he woke up from a stopper. It was at this moment that he realized the warmth was coming from the sun beaming directly on him and he was to afraid to open his eyes, fully well knowing when he does his brain might explode from the over stimulation. Jericho, being the trooper he is, opened one eye slowly and let that one burn first before opening his other, he felt the twinge of discomfort for a split second, but seemed like hours, before his eyes were able to adjust to the excessive light and realized the sky was bright blue with no clouds in sight. He raised an eye brow inquisitively, because, as he recalled he was on scavenger port, gambling with some of his buddies from way back and as he distinctly remembered 'winning' a lot of booze and gold.
While he stared up and the blue sky, his memory slowly returned to him on how he came to be...well where ever he came to be. He remembered running away from the sore losers that lost to him for the 25th time in a row, then hiding in a cave near the beach in till night fall. Jericho then remembered that he tied up his box of rum to a rope and transformed and flew away, 'slowly' drinking his rum as he flew what he believed to be east. Well...he knows that could not have been the case now, he slowly tilted his head towards his feet and noticed a distinct impact spot and large slide marks ending where he was. Oh. Well then. That answers that mystery; Jericho tried to get up but ending up chocking himself slightly as he attempted to lift his head. He looked to what could be attempting to kill him now when he notices it is his box of rum, that he miraculously saved from the impact. "Well, good to know even when I'm taking a piss, I have my priorities in line", he said chuckling.
He removed the rope from his neck and finally got up, he pushed his hood from his head and started to give his neck a scratch as he surveyed his surroundings a little more. His horns had already grown back due to him transforming into his dragon form and was going to rip his hoodie if he didn't any way. From what he could tell he made it on a medium sized beach island with some trees off in the distance, he smirked, "Alright...I do deserve a good vacation from getting my arse chased up and down Oedir!". Jericho walked up to the crate of rum and opened it wide, he grabbed the nearest bottle to the top and uncorked with his mouth, spitting it back out as he started to chug it right.
While he stared up and the blue sky, his memory slowly returned to him on how he came to be...well where ever he came to be. He remembered running away from the sore losers that lost to him for the 25th time in a row, then hiding in a cave near the beach in till night fall. Jericho then remembered that he tied up his box of rum to a rope and transformed and flew away, 'slowly' drinking his rum as he flew what he believed to be east. Well...he knows that could not have been the case now, he slowly tilted his head towards his feet and noticed a distinct impact spot and large slide marks ending where he was. Oh. Well then. That answers that mystery; Jericho tried to get up but ending up chocking himself slightly as he attempted to lift his head. He looked to what could be attempting to kill him now when he notices it is his box of rum, that he miraculously saved from the impact. "Well, good to know even when I'm taking a piss, I have my priorities in line", he said chuckling.
He removed the rope from his neck and finally got up, he pushed his hood from his head and started to give his neck a scratch as he surveyed his surroundings a little more. His horns had already grown back due to him transforming into his dragon form and was going to rip his hoodie if he didn't any way. From what he could tell he made it on a medium sized beach island with some trees off in the distance, he smirked, "Alright...I do deserve a good vacation from getting my arse chased up and down Oedir!". Jericho walked up to the crate of rum and opened it wide, he grabbed the nearest bottle to the top and uncorked with his mouth, spitting it back out as he started to chug it right.