@feratempestas liked for a starter
Wonderland was different. Maybe it’s because Azalea found himself in a city? Or perhaps it was because he was used to being locked away behind castle walls? But everything here felt immensely different and he was unsure how to process it.
He wandered around like a lost puppy, simply trying to figure things out. There were so many colors and various types of building. Every individual was different, and it was strange not seeing elves or other wolf-people from the safety of his bedroom window. This felt like a dream. Or maybe it was a nightmare.
Every step that Azalea took, there were more and more people and his senses were on haywire. His ears took in every noise, the faintest noise pulsing to the back of canal as the sharpest, loudest noise stabbed his brain as he tried to comprehend the sounds. And there was- oh god- there were so many smells, and they were so intoxicating to him. For a moment, Azalea believed that he could almost reach out and take a little nibble of something. No one would notice if he-
“No!” he yelled, holding his head between his hands. He glanced forward and “I- I- I am sorry. I did not... I did not mean to yell in your vicinity.”
