let's play
mac
12-05-2021, 11:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-06-2021, 07:58 AM by Macabre. Edited 1 time in total.)
Mac admittedly didn’t have much to do, either. As a child, though, he wasn’t really permitted to do anything except learn and stay close to the den. He found that boring, of course, and there was nothing wrong with being adventurous - so long as he stayed within pack boundaries. He didn’t see anything wrong with exploring on his own, and familiarizing himself with his home. The speckled child hadn’t met all that many of his family members; he knew his littermates obviously, and his older brother Misery whom he’d been hanging around with and learning stuff from. That was secret, though, because he knew he was Misery’s favorite brother. He knew he’d learn a lot from him.
Traipsing the volcanic mountainside, the boy took care not to get too close to the volcanic vents. He’d been warned about how hot they could get, and he didn’t want to get burned. Not that he paid much mind to danger — it was his middle name! Well, technically, it was Sepulchre, but he’d never heard anyone use it so therefore it didn’t exist to him. It was then the child’s volcano-trekking antics were interrupted as his glowing grey eyes casted themselves upon an equally spotted figure. He tilted his head and grinned, loping towards the wolf who’s fur was colored much like his own. He paused to think of the older siblings names he’d learned - Misery, Kali..Carnage..ugh, so many! He finally settled on one name he knew fit the male who’s fur was as chaotic as his own.
"Hey, you’re Wendigo, right? I’m Macabre, or Mac for short." Never his older brother mind how he knew his name - he’d kept a list in his head but only recognized others when he saw it was convenient. He could always choose not to perceive the existence of his family members because there were a lot of them. But they still were family, so he did care about them. He approached the wolf a bit closer, careful to mind the vent with a wide grin that curled his lips in a sickening angle. "Wanna play with me?" He asked, though it sounded more like an obligation. Older siblings had to play with their little siblings. It was the rules..rules he believed, anyways.
Traipsing the volcanic mountainside, the boy took care not to get too close to the volcanic vents. He’d been warned about how hot they could get, and he didn’t want to get burned. Not that he paid much mind to danger — it was his middle name! Well, technically, it was Sepulchre, but he’d never heard anyone use it so therefore it didn’t exist to him. It was then the child’s volcano-trekking antics were interrupted as his glowing grey eyes casted themselves upon an equally spotted figure. He tilted his head and grinned, loping towards the wolf who’s fur was colored much like his own. He paused to think of the older siblings names he’d learned - Misery, Kali..Carnage..ugh, so many! He finally settled on one name he knew fit the male who’s fur was as chaotic as his own.
"Hey, you’re Wendigo, right? I’m Macabre, or Mac for short." Never his older brother mind how he knew his name - he’d kept a list in his head but only recognized others when he saw it was convenient. He could always choose not to perceive the existence of his family members because there were a lot of them. But they still were family, so he did care about them. He approached the wolf a bit closer, careful to mind the vent with a wide grin that curled his lips in a sickening angle. "Wanna play with me?" He asked, though it sounded more like an obligation. Older siblings had to play with their little siblings. It was the rules..rules he believed, anyways.
i’m evil to the core!—
what i shouldn’t do i will
they say i’m emotional—
what i want to save i’ll kill
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