lost || c-ta & a-ya
Restlessness.
It had been a few weeks since C-ta had awoken in this foreign land, bestowed powers beyond any human, beyond any creature from his home. He had become adept at using the blades that emerged from his arms as well as the psychic power he now possessed. Of course, this was not simply a means to pass time.
His memories, upon waking, were jumbled and full of holes. Being alone with his thoughts caused him to feel an encroaching insanity, vying to consume his psyche. He did not yet posses the ability to put a reign on his thoughts, so he simply occupied himself.
But the primary reason for his training was the one thing he vaguely remembered: a friend, a hopelessly weak friend, who he swore to protect despite not recalling exactly why he swore such a thing. A-ya.
Only a few times had the other left C-ta's sight in the time he was awake.
This was not one of those times, C-ta assured himself as he frantically searched around the forest A-ya usually occupied. One moment, from his perch in the trees, he could see the other walking so idly, then the next, he couldn't see him at all.
He could, however, hear signs of a struggle for a moment, leading him to believe there was some danger. He couldn't afford to lose A-ya to some weak creature; he couldn't afford to lose A-ya at all.
