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track. might start rping wren again

(( whispers jasper stepped down oocly awhile ago :^3c ))

Wren was there, dully nodding.

( ooc ) THIS IS SHITTY BUT I DONT GIVE A SHIT. tw for self harm and suicide (attempt). feel free to powerplay healing. he's not dead yet, but close

Spectral was... dead.

He was gone. Just like that, he took his own life.

Wren blinked hollow eyes, staring at the wall. He was only there physically. His mind was, I don't know where. His lips moved, however nothing could be heard. Claws dug into the ground beneath them, scratching into the floorboards. They lost their world, their everything. First Marianne, then him...

Something had to be done. Something needed to give. Wren peeled himself from the floor, pacing around his tiny room, glancing at the door. He contemplated closing it, but decided otherwise. Let them see what he had come to.

They dragged claws up their arm, feeling warm blue blood spurt from the open wound. Without skipping a beat, he mutilated his other arm. He fell to the floor in a heap, his lifeblood spewing from his gashes. He closed his eyes. Yes, this would be good. This is what he wanted.

Wren began drifting off into space -- heaven, hell, whatever -- when he saw her. Her face, clear as day, in front of him. Marianne.

"Wren, you can't... Wren, you have to find me. Please, don't leave me again...!" Her voice faded off. He forced his eyes back open, struggling to stay awake. She was... alive? Or, no, was this some sort of hallucination he had because he was dying? This felt so real, so genuine. It had to be a prophecy.

"Mari..." He croaked.

Wren knew basic healing -- when Mari got scraped up, he had to help her. But it couldn't hurt to expand his horizons. He frowned and padded over, hiding his wrapped forearms.

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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.

You found yourself walking over, only physically there. Your mind was somewhere else. You took a seat, eyes glossy from tears or detachment, or a mix between the two. You remained silent, hoping your presence was enough to warrant getting a task.

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?

Wren couldn't bring himself to stay too long in BlizzardClan. Everywhere he looked, he saw Spectral. He saw him in the water, in the snow, in the kits. He missed him. It was hard enough losing Mari, and now he lost his imprinted. He couldn't take it. Every time he exited his house, he felt another pang of sorrow stab into his heart. He needed a new ambiance. He needed change; for how long, he didn't know.

The Experiment blinked. Suddenly, they were at the border of an unfamiliar clan. They had most likely dissociated the whole trip down; they couldn't remember the journey. Maybe that was for the better. Maybe now he wouldn't be tempted to head back. Taking a seat, the feline hugged their bandaged arms closer to their stomach, waiting. They could wait here forever. Maybe they would rot into the dirt beneath them and become nothing more than a memory, a ghost of what was. The thought was nice, however unlikely. With a sigh, the tabby closed their eyes, feeling a warm breeze rustle their fur.

The first one who approached reminded him of an old BlizzardClanner -- Grunt A, to be exact. Truth be told, they missed him. They missed things the way they were before... everything. Wren pursed their lips, opting to ignore the intrusive thoughts. Now was not the time.

"I'm here to join." He stated rather simply, flicking the tip of his tail as he spoke. "I have an alliance with BlizzardClan already, though I hope that's not a problem." They added. Dual alliances, while weren't common, were never an issue. In BlizzardClan, at least. "Wren, by the way." He added, shooting a glance at Jackdaw as he spoke.