a stillness in woe.

meet me in the blue bed i'll be drawing out your flaws and clawing at what's caused my knees to tremble.

" find food. i. rest. you. " broken speech was the best manic had within him when it came to the fragments of his own mind. he hadn't much memory of his birth and the time before he had been sold off to her is all that his mind can hold onto like a fractured cup leaking its contents onto the floor. his only solace was his friend who needed rest ; he had often been sleeping due to his hulking size and lack of sustenance. it was menace's job to find food and every day he focused on getting a little better at recognizing what they could at least eat by what they tried eating before and what didn't make them violently ill.

he trampled his way through wolfpaw lake, scurrying through the perimeter searching until he smelt something unfamiliar. something a little more like himself and that gave the young pup a slight pause, gaze quick to scout the horizon lines while kneeling himself closer to the floor curious but wary.

as a pup, MANIC is currently low-verbal, feral, and has a deep fear/mistrust of female wolves.

manic. three seasons old. rogue pup.

One of the goats had jumped the fence. It wasn't unusual and hardly a job for a pup, but he had watched Oddie jump up and over the wall and his head had cocked. Though just a pup, he wasn't tiny by any means, giant paws yet to be grown into, ears that would never stand quite up and the bulk his long collie fur provided, gave the kid the illusion he was a lot bigger than he actually was.

With a bit of scrambling, he was free. He perched on the top of the structure for a moment, looking out over the lake that lay just beyond their borders. There was movement out there and his nose twitched. It smelled like the estuary but different. A quick glance over his shoulder told him nobody had spotted him yet, so he slunk down into the strange new world and paused.

Expecting an adult to appear at any moment, he froze with that herding dog stillness that was soaked into his bones. As the minutes ticked by with no adult swooping down to scold him, he inched up, creeping forward, chest low to the ground. Intent, and unafraid.

"speech"

a stillness in woe.

meet me in the blue bed i'll be drawing out your flaws and clawing at what's caused my knees to tremble.

It had just been him and monstera for this season as they traversed the lands simply seeking food, shelter, and a place to find a home with each other where they could feel safe. in these hierarchy of needs, both had been forced to battle tooth and nail for what little they were able to obtain. it was a simple reminder of the world’s cruel nature, some had been born into pedigree and prestige and then there was manic who was seen as disposable.

his gaze was icy, frigid as the north that had tossed him aside for warmer climate. his paws were quiet, casual steps while his body sank lower into the cold sensation of wolfpaw lake that stroked at his underbelly as he heard the rustling and assumed a small rodent he could rip into shreds for a meal. his stomach garbled at the thought, letting his location go as manic huffed in annoyance and stood at full height letting out a snarl at the missed opportunity.

" hunger. " the pup grumbled to itself, taking a moment to lick at its paws before exhaling a huffed breath through his nostrils and refocusing himself to finding his next meal.

as a pup, MANIC is currently low-verbal, feral, and has a deep fear/mistrust of female wolves.

manic. three seasons old. rogue pup.

A distant grumble caught the boy's ear, and he popped up to better see over the reeds that lined the edge of the lake. There was movement up ahead and he stalked closer, with all the brazen confidence of a child that had never suffered a day in his existence. A pup that had the backing of a pack behind him within shouting distance. Far from a princeling though, there was a wild and curious edge to his violet eyes as they finally fell on the shadow coated youngling. The boy didn't speak though, he just stared, trying to decipher what the stranger was doing out here, alone, and so close to his home.

"speech"

a stillness in woe.

meet me in the blue bed i'll be drawing out your flaws and clawing at what's caused my knees to tremble.

Food was never easy to come by, every meal was a fight against the elements to soothe the panging hunger pains that sharply pierced at his stomach with each step. His own piercing gaze, icy and of the tundra, began to get blurry as the rogue pup stumbled as he walked getting closer to the edge of Wolfpaw Lake until his eyes peered upward and he spotted another wolf pup who looked of his age sitting while their visions clashed and Menace growled loudly as a tactic to scare the other to leave him the hell alone.


" Leave! " The wolf barked an order to the beast of colors and hues he had never seen before. Manic stumbled back once again, catching himself and steadying his stance wide and extended to his full length why he kept his eyes on the young pup knowing usually it meant an adult wolf was potentially nearby. If that was the case, he'd have to get back to Monstera and with haste too.

as a pup, MANIC is currently low-verbal, feral, and has a deep fear/mistrust of female wolves.

manic. three seasons old. rogue pup.