It seemed as though many others hand a completely different experience in the afterlife than he. When Demian had laid down on the beach and allowed himself to meet the reaper, he had only one request when passing through the gates of the underworld. That he remain asleep, unless he is pulled back up to the surface.
For some reason he had been granted that exact wish, much to his divine pleasure. Sleeping peacefully after years of stress and constant motion the king startles when his eyes flutter open. Still drugged by the sands of sleep, the glowing jaguar king stumbles slightly, his ears pinned as he snorts with displeasure. "Fuck," he whispers under his breath. "Not again." With a few steps back his eyes take in the way the world has changed and for a moment he questions whether or not he's dreaming.
"This can't be real... I'm not supposed to be here." With a quick turn towards the south he begins to trot, his heart pounding in his chest. With agile steps he makes his ways through the trees with surprising ease before suddenly coming face to face with someone he's sure he knows. Slowing to a stop Demian's eyes begin to squint as he looks over the stallion and with a tilt of his head he huffs slightly. "Aren't you one of those famous dragons that is supposed to be dead?" Glancing around slowly before allowing his eyes to slide back to the other's he shifts his weight casually. "Do you know what the hell is going on here?"
@[Tatter]: here. my first post in years as dem. for you. love you. sorry it blows. ♥