ardent

won't do me no good

karaka



Ghoul

"Sore Loser"

Somnium

Master Hunter (305)

Master Fighter (440)

An icon representing the specialty Bloodletter Bloodletter

An icon representing the specialty Bulwark Bulwark

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
33
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
352
player
Bunni

Dream WeaverSamhain 2022Statue 3 WorshipVengeanceUnderachieverDouble Master
OverachieverHow many times do I have to teach you a lesson?! By the skin of my teethOoh La La1KCritical Fail!
Critical Attack!The Ooze Participant
10-26-2023, 12:46 PM

A year passed since his near-death experience. A year full of learning, growing, and moving onward. Also a year full of discovering that he really did have emotions. That he could feel turmoil, rage, sadness, depression, grief, and even empathy and love. Not in the way that he thought he ever would, but in a way, he understood his mother a little bit better now. He could see why she did the things that she did and how it all made sense. There was no going back anyway to ask her. She was gone for good now. Nearly every day, that tinge of overwhelming grief would try to drown him. And nearly every day, he had to fight back and push it back down. Meeting her in that dream place had helped, but had also made him miss her more. Oh, how he wanted so badly to see her again.

Ghoul strikes out at the weeping willow branches as he passes through them. His large paws squelch in the mud as he steps over the small streams. Frustration blazes across his face as his shoulders hunch and hackles rise. Why were the branches so low here? Why were they always in his damn way? A growl rumbles in him as he glances around. How anyone wanted to be here was beyond him. Initially, he had been trailing behind an injured doe. Hunting helped clear his mind and keep him busy. After getting a cramp in one of his legs, he had to slow down and begin tracking the deer all over again. Soon, he lost the scent in one of the many twisting creeks that wound through the willows.

Cursing under his breath, he continues to prowl through the shadows after the doe.

Warning: If anyone dares to fuck with Cricket, their pups, or Macabre, you will be answering to him.




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