Open rp - Mutant au
It hurt.
It had started out as a rash. Then hard lumps on his back that looked bruised. They were bruised. He'd slammed himself against far too many walls and trees in an attempt to ease the itching. And now, they had finally broken the skin. It hurt. Not just his back. The pain ran down his sides, his arms, his entire torso.
He didn't know who to go to. His caregivers would be so disappointed. They didn't want a mutant. He didn't want to be a mutant.
So he hid. Curled up in an empty shed he'd found back when they first moved here, he tried to flex the stupid new limbs so they'd stop aching. He couldn't. They hadn't broken properly. Ought to have been freed from their elesticy sacks by now, but instead they were drying onto the feathers. That hurt too. He didn't know. Didn't know what it was supposed to look like. Feel like.
It hurt.
