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  • wear it out like a sweater that you love : open

    exhaustion weighed upon him heavily, and left him trembling from time to time, weak as if from hunger and even more so mentally and emotionally drained by the demons that plagued his sleep. he managed a subtle curl of his lips that felt so much wider than it really was at her gently teasing words, hollowed by the monsters with too sharp teeth and inhuman chattering, but he tried a little harder just for her. but even then he couldn't find it in himself to cough up a rasping giggle as she prodded his side, as proof that she was alive and well, though the warmth from where she held him was proof enough. "i know... i know," he repeated himself in a softer voice, as if he were telling himself that instead of murmuring something to assure mom that he was going to be alright, that they were going to be alright.


    sleep called for him gently in his weariness, but he only curled up beside her tighter, pressing into her side more firmly, fear souring his scent once more. he couldn't bear to think about going to sleep ever again, not after that terrible dream. but what was he going to do? what if these nightmares returned every night?


    his jaws parted with an exhale and he breathed in some as he made to voice his concerns, but found that his throat was clenching up, tears spilling over anew. gritting his teeth together in frustration, his ears shoved against his skull, howl pressed the crown of his head up beneath her chin, a soft whine escaping his throat.

  • she put a crown on top of my head : private, sky

    he knew that she would never not let him eat with her or share tongues, he knew it with the confidence of well-loved child who had never been scolded for much more than messing with the herb stores, but it was also polite to ask anyway. so he let himself flop onto the earth which already dusted much of his fur with his hindlegs splayed to the other side of him, always the one to be a short distance from touching another. letting the squirrel rest between his paws, he leaned over to press his cheek against hers, warm and affectionate. he lingered in her space for a long moment before pulling away to focus upon the rest of the tribe, watching them with young curious eyes as she had been. truth be told, he probably would have settled beside one of his half-siblings or his littermates had he not seen mom off by herself earlier, but he was more than happy to lay here with her further away from the hub of conversation and gossip.


    humming a meaningless note in the back of his throat, he began to tuck into the prey before him, plucking a bit of fur from its belly and ripping it open with a ravishing hunger. after all, he was a growing boy that had been playing hard all day long in preparation for his nearing days as a to-be with his siblings. a few bites in, he cracked a rib bone between his teeth and chewed on it absentmindedly as he glanced over at his mom, some semblance of curiosity being born in the gleam of his eyes. returning his focus to his meal, he spit out the stained bone and swiped a pale tongue over his lips. without much forethought beyond the initial thought itself, he blurted out a question, "hey, what's it like being stoneteller?"

  • she put a crown on top of my head : private, sky

    her answer wasn't what he had wanted to hear at first, but he quickly shook off the allure of grandeur and power- he had grown up closer to his mom than anyone else in the tribe, save his siblings, and had watched her day in and day out. it was a taxing job, being a leader, and sometimes thankless. and it was his job as her child to support her and love her when no one else would, so the boy lay on his side, head pressed against her shoulder, his meal left forgotten for the time being. he daren't think about what he would do if she died protecting the tribe, like how she had fully intended to face the coyote alone and may not have come back alive if a few of their tribemates had not followed her.


    silence had fallen over the pair as he pondered these things by himself, so as his attention slowly came back to the here and now, it crossed his mind that he hadn't ever actually responded. so he muttered a soft "yeah..." and fell silent afterwards, though not lost in thought again, just letting himself drift as her warmth beside him kept him from straying too far. green eyes that almost matched her own stared past the camp where the rest of the tribe was laughing and carrying on with their own conversations that he didn't care to listen in on, watching the sun slip further and further and the fire of the sunset reaching higher and higher.

  • What in the Hell?//Hikers

    the strange noises were a cause of alarm in howl, and he was swift to cast his gaze towards his mother, seeking an explanation that wouldn't bring trouble or death to the tribe and his family. but it was her words that led him to her at the very fringes of the camp where he was all at once eager to explore and reluctant to leave for fear of angering the tribe, but more importantly angering his mom. she was his world entire, and he the dog beneath her throne. obedient, loving, forgiving.


    though by her side, he could now see the creatures that squalled and chattered so, ungainly and terrifying large, so unlike the quiet deer that sometimes strayed close by in the early mornings and on quiet evenings. they were frightening, and he trembled beside her, faintly thankful that spider is nearby as well, though too consumed by the primal terror of the upright beasts that he pressed himself to the ground in his mother's shadow, eyes never leaving their retreating shapes.

  • she says i smell like safety and home : howl from wolf's throat

    ( npc x npc / uncles and aunts, some are half )

    — sky with no moon, squirrel that leaps into danger, growl from cougar's throat, dragonfly that flutters in breeze


    ( shadow on raven's wing x sky with no moon / first litter, oldest half siblings )

    — dust, shadow over flowing river, panther that travels with sun, cry of soaring raptor


    ( shadow on raven's wing x sky with no moon / second litter, older half siblings )

    — veil over silent dusk, flicker of dying fire, dew that sparkles in sunlight, raven that covers the sun


    (lilystar x sky with no moon / third litter, littermates )

    — badger that stumbles through storm, star that twinkles the brightest, coal in the deepest cavern, snow that falls from night sky, howl from wolf's throat, avalanche that shakes distant mountains, cloud that blocks out sunlight, night that holds the stars


    ( lilystar x dusksparks / first litter, oldest half siblings on this side )

    — mercypaw, twilightrise, ghost, pigeoncheek, silverpaw, sedgetooth, dottedpaw, dahliapaw


    ( lilystar x darcy / second litter, older half siblings )

    — valley where roses grow (adopted by sky, seen as an older sister), nightpaw, silentprints, asterstem, snowkit, kestrelkit


    ( lilystar x elijah / third litter, older half siblings )

    — gunner, booker, tori, scat, ridgelily, vale


    ( lilystar x dusksparks x obsidianstorm / fourth litter, older(?) half siblings )

    — ebonyrose, golden, shybloom, dawnpaw, leafgaze


  • everything that i have loved has turned to stone [✧₊⁎⁺༚]

    to be, or not to be: that is the question: whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them? to die: to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, ‘tis a consummation devoutly to be wish’d. to die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;


    for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause: there’s the respect that makes calamity of so long life; for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law’s delay, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin?


    who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover’d country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? thus conscience does make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action. soft you now! the fair ophelia! nymph, in thy orisons "be all my sins remember'd."


    #e7b365 and #e3a649

  • you'll stay with me like a lullaby : open, joining

    fractured light gleamed softly and continued to shift in the eyes of seas that the moon held no sway over- warm and smooth, with no tide to speak of- carefully cast over the gentle curvature of the lowlands, a novel sight of billowing fields of wheat grass and reeds, watchful cattails towering over them all upon the banks of the river. the pale shadows of clouds lumbered gently over the rolling hills, greeting each leaf blade as an old friend as he watched in silence, something like melancholy stirring in his chest.


    damn... being alone really sucked, didn't it? ever since he had left in the wake of her death, there had been a sort of heavy ache in his breast, and he knew its name to be loneliness. with an aching heart, the boy thought of the family he had left behind in the tribe- siblings, littermates, friends- and the hollow ache viciously dug its claws into his throat and he suddenly choked, gasping for breath as his eyes burned with sorrowing hellfire.


    silently trembling limbs carelessly dropped his feather light figure onto the earth at his feet, fangs carving a choked snarl of his jaws, parted in a wordless sob as grief wholly consumed him and tears carved glacier trails down his cheeks and dripped messily from a sluggishly running nose. his thoughts repeated a mantra of this is so unfair, unfair, unfair, u n fa i r over and over until words lost all meaning and he had cried himself into a severe state of exhaustion, sides still violently roiling with periodic dry sobs and reminding him of the hunger gnawing with blunt teeth at his gut.


    as his body slowly returned to his control, a detached calm fell over him as he lay there quietly. as he sniffled a little, the boy slowly dragged himself to his feet and rubbed at his eyes with damp paws, desperately attempting to clean up his face, covered in dirt and half dried tears but only seemed to make it worse.


    physically bedraggled and emotionally worn out, the small boy mumbled a few husky words to himself, broken and stabbing at his throat like shards of glass, "i really miss you, mum... what am i supposed to do?" how do i go on without you?