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    ( ooc ) tw for mentions of sh and suicide! also trying out a new/old writing style, so bear with me until i get my style perfected



    These days went by without you knowing. It was clockwork. Weeks melded together, and you were unable to tell each hour apart. Soon enough, everything was one big muddled mess. Your house was covered with dark blue blood. Sometimes it was the only thing that felt real, that felt good. You remember you one promised Mari that this wouldn't happen anymore, that you wouldn't hurt yourself again. But for all you knew, she was dead.


    Like Spectral.


    The thought of your old imprint caused your stomach to coil into knots. It still hurt. Everything was fresh -- the pain, the memories, the ache in your heart. You loved him so much, so god damn much, and he was gone. He took his own life, and you couldn't do a damn thing about it.


    Maybe that was why it hurt so much. The thought that not even you could stop him from killing himself. You didn't do a single thing about it. You let him do this. Maybe that's why you tried slitting your wrists, tried to follow in his footsteps. But, damn, you couldn't even do that right. What a fuck up.


    You slowly exited your cabin, swallowing thickly. You hadn't been out in the daylight for so long, and you weren't sure if you even wanted to do it. One, two, three. Step, step, step. Soon enough, you were outside. To anyone else, this task was something they didn't even have to think about. But to you, every step hurt. Your writs hurt, your heart hurt, everything hurt.


    Take a breath. Not even time will heal your wounds.


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    They looked rather out of it. Maybe a bit dazed or something, he wasn't sure how to describe the guy. All Mieczyslaw knew was that he did not know the name of this stranger. Were they new? He couldn't rightfully assume that though, considering that he probably only knew half of the clan. But that's besides the point. The dark chrome furred kitsune child would approach Wren, curiosity alight in his pale amber eyes. "Are you okay?" He would finally speak with a slight tilt of his head.
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    [center]I JUST REMEMBERED THAT I'M ABSENT MINDED

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    You heard approaching pawsteps before you knew who was coming. Part of you told yourself to run, run, run. Get the hell out of dodge. You knew it would be easy to walk back into your house, escape even the idea of someone coming to talk to you. But you didn't. You stayed, feet planted in the ground like cement bricks were holding you down.


    Sometimes self harm wasn't always physically hurting yourself. Sometimes it meant sitting there, through pain and turmoil, and doing something when you'd rather swallow glass. This was one of those times.


    You heard the unfamiliar voice, however it sounded distant. Like he was speaking underwater. Was he okay? A grim smile fell upon his face. "That's a loaded question." It had been months since you'd heard your own voice. It was once exuberant and full of life. Now it was a croak, barely more than a whisper. Hoarse and quiet; you sounded like someone you would once despise.


    Your blue eyes fell to your eyes to your wrists, hastily bandaged and dotted with blue blood. Did you look like you were okay? You mechanically brought your eyes back up to the unfamiliar male, eyes hazy and detached. "Are any of us really, truly okay?" You mumbled. Now you sounded cryptic, but you didn't care. Cryptic, cold, calculating. Careless. You were a monster.


    But really, was that news to you?


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    Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to talk to this guy. They didn't seem to want to be bothered. But it was already too late for him since the words have already left his mouth. He could handle this, right?


    The vulpine observed the stranger closely, taking in the sad smile and noting that their voice was rather disused. Thinking about it, his question was kind of dumb to ask. Nothing was ever okay considering that from the moment one was born, they begin to die. It was just how destiny shaped them all. Any kind of happiness one found were just distractions from the inevitable. Mieczyslaw supposed that, but he quite enjoyed those distractions. It looks like this clanmate of his lost their meaning in life. Or maybe needed to pick up a new hobby.


    "Well, not really," the child would respond to the question, his pale amber eyes flickering to the bandaged wrists, "as long as you distract yourself, everything will be fine." Mie was a proponent of avoiding problems until one couldn't escape them, after all. But considering that, he probably wasn't the best person to speak with about such a subject. As for the self-harm, he wasn't sure what to think of it except that this guy needed something to occupy their time. Silence and idle paws killed creatures physically and mentally.
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    [center]I JUST REMEMBERED THAT I'M ABSENT MINDED

  • [center][fancypost= width: 450px; text-align: justify;][size=11][font=timesnewroman]"Getting a bit philosophical, aren't we?" A light smile crossed Sweetophelia's features, but her pale eyes lacked the same humour. The BlizzardClan leader strode forward, a new hindrance to her gait. Her recent injuries had yet to fully heal, but she wasn't much concerned by them. So long as she could stave off infection, she would make a full recovery. She simply hoped that the scars would fade in time too.


    "Are you trying to distract yourself from something, Mieczyslaw?" she took a seat beside her son, her long tail coming to rest around his shoulders. Mieczyslaw was so young, surely there wasn't something terribly pressing bothering him, was there? The Ragdoll would simply feel awful if such a thing had gone unnoticed by her for so long. Turning her violet eyes on Wren then, she offered them a quick greeting nod. This was Spectralregalia's friend, wasn't it? "I haven't seen you in a while, but I'm glad you're still hanging around." Life was tough, but you simply had to push through. That was Sweetophelia's personal attitude, anyways.
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