Klaus woke up slowly. Maybe because his injuries had been so bad. Maybe something about the trauma of his death made him unable to allow himself to drag back to consciousness. He shouldn't have a consciousness to come back to in the first place. He'd died. Violently and none too kindly.
He remembers it, clear as crystal, the sharp sting of claws in his sides, the searing pain of teeth shredding into his neck. As he comes back around, he swears he can still feel that monster tearing at his skin. He expects to be be covered in blood, and who knows what else, but that's really all it is. Just blood. No broken skin or bones, no meaty parts of him on the outside where they shouldn't be. Just... a mess of blood-stained snow and skies.
Wait.
He frowns and slowly sits up, staring up at the very obviously red sky. Red... everything, he realizes as he takes a glance around; it was dark, but the eerie crimson glow was unmistakable. The whole town looked like it had been ripped into by that thing, too.
There's something about it that unsettles him, more than the blood-y new look to their not-so-beloved town. Something he can't quite put a finger on, but begins to gnaw at him, starting in the pit of his stomach and slowly, rolling a spreading anxiety-riddled tingling across his skin. Something is so, so, so wrong, here.
But he isn't sure what, so he decides to go seek out someone familiar. Anyone, really. He at least knows the faces of most everyone in town. Though, suddenly, he isn't sure he should want to find a friend in this mess. That would mean they died, too. Still, he isn't stupid enough to assume he's the only one that died; so he sets out to find someone.
Nothing about Klaus in this moment is even a vague shade of 'okay'. He's curled in on himself, like he's trying to make himself smaller, or better still, invisible. There's a panicked sort of tension holding his shoulders tight, which keeps bringing him to look behind him to be sure he isn't being followed.
Man about town; cw: memories of a violent death and all that entails
He remembers it, clear as crystal, the sharp sting of claws in his sides, the searing pain of teeth shredding into his neck. As he comes back around, he swears he can still feel that monster tearing at his skin. He expects to be be covered in blood, and who knows what else, but that's really all it is. Just blood. No broken skin or bones, no meaty parts of him on the outside where they shouldn't be. Just... a mess of blood-stained snow and skies.
Wait.
He frowns and slowly sits up, staring up at the very obviously red sky. Red... everything, he realizes as he takes a glance around; it was dark, but the eerie crimson glow was unmistakable. The whole town looked like it had been ripped into by that thing, too.
There's something about it that unsettles him, more than the blood-y new look to their not-so-beloved town. Something he can't quite put a finger on, but begins to gnaw at him, starting in the pit of his stomach and slowly, rolling a spreading anxiety-riddled tingling across his skin. Something is so, so, so wrong, here.
But he isn't sure what, so he decides to go seek out someone familiar. Anyone, really. He at least knows the faces of most everyone in town. Though, suddenly, he isn't sure he should want to find a friend in this mess. That would mean they died, too. Still, he isn't stupid enough to assume he's the only one that died; so he sets out to find someone.
Nothing about Klaus in this moment is even a vague shade of 'okay'. He's curled in on himself, like he's trying to make himself smaller, or better still, invisible. There's a panicked sort of tension holding his shoulders tight, which keeps bringing him to look behind him to be sure he isn't being followed.