A Dream of Spring
Everything seemed to be falling apart. Just when he was sure things would start to go well for him they had taken a sudden and abrupt turn, and he only had himself to blame. He pawed at the base of a cedar tree, unsure if it was even worth the effort of making a permanent den or if he should simply resign himself to inevitably being thrown out. No one had confronted him about what he’d told Rhyme that night by the rapids although he didn’t doubt that by now everyone in Abaven knew that he was a murderer. “Cut wife!” Toad gleefully supplied although that wasn’t quite right he supposed, he was after all a male.
Spider’s speckled eyes journeyed up the stiff branches as though they had some kind of comfort for him, but they didn’t. Cedar was a good tree to make a home under though, he knew that. The scent of the trees bark was a natural pesticide and the wood was amazingly sturdy. Despite his misery Spider put effort into his digging and started to build himself a den in earnest. He had lost a lot this year, Echo Shiloh, Antigone for the brief time he had her, and now it seemed he would lose Abaven and Shaye too. That hurt more than he was willing to admit. He had believed in Shaye and had wanted to help build the safe haven she had wanted Abaven to become. He liked Vali and her soft voice and he liked her idea of growing a garden. They wouldn’t want him anywhere near her. There was to be a wedding with her and another member he had yet to meet. Solar who was to be his mentor. He felt a whine escape him at that. Healers were supposed to jump at the opportunity to aid in a birth, but he had known, deep down, that he would be chased away with snarls and clashing fangs if he even went near her.
A tear escaped him and fell onto the dark soil he had been working on. He was a monster, he felt more like a monster now than ever before and it was all because he had chosen to tell his secret to a trusting face. Rhyme had looked so beautiful that night, with the moonlight in his eyes and a soft soothing smile on his lips. He had convinced himself that a face so kind would never hurt him, even though his life had been one disappointment after another. He had failed to learn from his own history, in spite of how Toad had tormented him. What was worst of all was how Shaye must have thought of him, Shaye who he had no desires for other than that of a loyal follower. Shaye hated him. She deserved to hate him. He deserved to be hated.
He sniffed and forced himself to continue digging, kicking up thick clods of earth as his claws raked at the soil. He had never meant to hurt anyone, had never meant to kill anyone and had in fact not killed anyone before or since his sister’s death. It wasn’t fair, he wasn’t bad, but he had done one bad thing and his whole life he had suffered for it. Now he would continue to suffer.
He dug furiously now, as though it would somehow ease his pain, and ease his torment. In a way it did. As he dug deeper and could fit more of himself into the hole he became warmer. He hadn’t even realized how cold the autumn air had become until he was halfway buried under the cedar’s roots. He paused to look up from his work; at the vast emptiness of the thicket. It was further away then most of the other dens, and close to the border. Maybe Shaye and Rhyme would let him keep it once they asked him to leave, or maybe a rogue would happen by it and end it all for him. He paused mentally. Suicide was a mortal sin, and he had never considered it, and indeed most of his life he had avoided dying, but now with this most recent loss to add to his repertoire he realized he would be perfectly fine if one day he could simply cease to be. Maybe he would even convince himself to take too much of any given herb and pass softly in his sleep. He was already damned for being a sodomite, what was the sin of suicide compared to that?
He batted furiously at his eyes and forced himself to continue digging. It would be a cold winter, and he was getting older, soon it wouldn’t even be a matter of if but when, and no one would bat an eye if he died. If he was alone again in another cold winter he supposed it would be out of his hands entirely.He could barely hunt as it was, and if he starved and froze…Well…There was no harm in that was there?
Spider speaking Toad's voice You |
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Ignis
Hellhound
Master Fighter (625)
Master Hunter (240)
Juggernaut
Mangler
9 Years
Male
79
Dragon Mod
![Snake Eyes](/images/awards/fighting/SnakeEyes.png)
![Loser](/images/awards/fighting/Loser.png)
![Ooh La La](/images/awards/fighting/OohLaLa.png)
![Winner](/images/awards/fighting/Winner.png)
![Samhain 2022](/images/awards/events/Samhain.png)
![Statue 3 Worship](/images/awards/events/Statue3.png)
![Overachiever](/images/awards/fighting/Overachiever.gif)
![Socialite](/images/awards/general/Socialite.png)
![Critical Observation!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalObservation.png)
![Critical Attack!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalAttack.png)
![Ooh La La](/images/awards/fighting/OohLaLa.png)
![Scarred](/images/awards/fighting/Scarred.png)
![Critical Block!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalBlock.png)
![Dream Weaver](/images/awards/general/DreamWeaver.png)
![All Oozed Out](/images/awards/events/AllOozedOut.gif)
![Double Master](/images/awards/general/DoubleMaster.png)
![Pride - Bisexual](/images/awards/pride/bisexual.png)
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 3](/images/awards/events/Sparkles.gif)
![1K](/images/awards/general/1k.png)
![Volcano](/images/awards/events/Volcano.png)
![Valentines 2020](/images/awards/events/Valentines20.png)
![Critical Hit!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalHit.png)
![Christmas 2019](/images/awards/events/Christmas.gif)
![Trick 2019](/images/awards/events/Trick.png)
"Talk" Walk Ignis had decided today, to try a patrol on his own. He was determined to prove to his new pack that he was capable of doing adult stuff, even though he wasn't quite yet an adult. He almost was, so that counted right? Whether it did or not, he didn't care. Back in his old home, his father had kept telling him to stay away from the borders and not to talk to strangers, blah blah blah. But Ignis wasn't afraid when he came across their first visitor, and he wasn't afraid now. Hell, if someone did come and try to cause trouble, he was pretty sure he could scare them with his size alone. And maybe try out some moves he had learned from his uncle. Granted, he still had a lot to learn when it came to fighting since his uncle beat his ass every time, but...well...he mostly decided to rely on his size to intimidate for now.
He was near the far edge of the border, paws occasionally crisscrossing inside and outside the pack boundary. Since he wasn't yet a yearling, he wasn't allowed beyond pack boundaries without an adult. That's what his uncle told him, anyway. He was close to his first year, but his uncle made it a point that if he disobeyed and went outside without a babysitter, he'd get in real big trouble and Ignis didn't wanna make his uncle angry. So the most he did was occasionally toe the line. Remaining within inches of the boundary and testing those limits today. He didn't know if anyone would yell at him if they saw him doing that, so he continued doing it. That is until some strange noises caught his attention.
Ears perked and his bouncing pace slowed to a stop, the boy tilting his head as he listened. What was that sound? Was it a badger? A coyote? The thoughts of fighting off a predator excited the boy, so he headed off to follow the sound. He didn't quite think to take a whiff and determine what exactly was making those sounds, oh no. His mind had gone straight to 'whatever it is, I'm gonna take it down all by myself' mode. He did his best to tiptoe, or in his case...walk as quietly as he could without much success. There was a big tree standing right where the sound was coming from, and he hazarded a guess that something was digging on the other side of it. With a smirk, Ignis crept up until he saw clumps of dirt being hurled well past the tree, and then he pounced!
In one big leap, he landed a couple of feet beyond the tree and whirled around only to find that a clump of dirt was hurled towards him, landing right on top of his head. Soil slid down his muzzle, neck, and shoulders, and he was a little surprised by that. Looking past the freshly dug dirt that sat in a little pile on the bridge of his nose, he spotted a wolf furiously digging beneath the tree. "Heya! You diggin' yer way to the other side of the world or somethin'?" He chirped lightheartedly, tail wagging as he looked on. |
Ignis is unpredictable and may become violent with little or no provocation due to his "demon"
*Ignis' tail is docked, and his left ear has been torn away and now resembles a Battle crop style.
![](https://i.imgur.com/AxJh5T9.png)
He lifted his head at the sudden voice, hitting it solidly against the roof of the newly dug den. He gave a small pained whine then turned slowly to peer out at the small red pup at the mouth of his den. Spider didn’t necessarily like pups, they annoyed him and always seemed to smell of dung but he had never let such a callous side of himself show publicly.
“n-n-no.” He said quietly, shaking off the dirt that had collected on his neck. “I’m d-d-d-digging a d-d-den.” He said then looked from side to side in case the boy had a mother or father that was ready to tear out his throat. It seemed he was alone although Spider was still warry about turning his back to the smaller wolf.
Spider speaking Toad's voice You |
![](http://i.imgur.com/9pnsfh9.png)
Ignis
Hellhound
Master Fighter (625)
Master Hunter (240)
Juggernaut
Mangler
9 Years
Male
79
Dragon Mod
![Snake Eyes](/images/awards/fighting/SnakeEyes.png)
![Loser](/images/awards/fighting/Loser.png)
![Ooh La La](/images/awards/fighting/OohLaLa.png)
![Winner](/images/awards/fighting/Winner.png)
![Samhain 2022](/images/awards/events/Samhain.png)
![Statue 3 Worship](/images/awards/events/Statue3.png)
![Overachiever](/images/awards/fighting/Overachiever.gif)
![Socialite](/images/awards/general/Socialite.png)
![Critical Observation!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalObservation.png)
![Critical Attack!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalAttack.png)
![Ooh La La](/images/awards/fighting/OohLaLa.png)
![Scarred](/images/awards/fighting/Scarred.png)
![Critical Block!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalBlock.png)
![Dream Weaver](/images/awards/general/DreamWeaver.png)
![All Oozed Out](/images/awards/events/AllOozedOut.gif)
![Double Master](/images/awards/general/DoubleMaster.png)
![Pride - Bisexual](/images/awards/pride/bisexual.png)
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![The Ooze - Variation 3](/images/awards/events/Sparkles.gif)
![1K](/images/awards/general/1k.png)
![Volcano](/images/awards/events/Volcano.png)
![Valentines 2020](/images/awards/events/Valentines20.png)
![Critical Hit!](/images/awards/fighting/CriticalHit.png)
![Christmas 2019](/images/awards/events/Christmas.gif)
![Trick 2019](/images/awards/events/Trick.png)
"Talk" Walk Oops. Ignis' ears flattened against his head as he winced. He hadn't meant to startle the guy and make him hit his head, and he shot an apologetic look towards him. "Oh," Came his reply. The man spoke in a strange way. Though Ignis had never heard someone speak that way before, either. He was a little disappointed that the man wasn't trying to dig to the other side of the world, and was in fact, digging himself a den. That wasn't very exciting, but he assumed it was something that had to be done. His uncle said winter would be coming soon, and he had already dug out a den in each territory for them. Ignis helped, of course...a little...when he wasn't going around and exploring the pack lands. "Well uh...can I help? I'm a good digger, honest!" If winter really was coming soon, then that meant Ignis would be turning a year old. The thought excited him and wondered what that would also mean for him. Peering at the guy, he guessed that he was much older than he was, definitely not a yearling and certainly not an old geezer. |
Ignis is unpredictable and may become violent with little or no provocation due to his "demon"
*Ignis' tail is docked, and his left ear has been torn away and now resembles a Battle crop style.
![](https://i.imgur.com/AxJh5T9.png)
She would know soon in a moment, when a stuttering voice piped up, stating that he was digging a den. She was pleased to see Spider socialising with others, and her tail gave a pleased wag behind her as she approached. “Spider, Ignis, hello to both of you.” she said pleasantly, coming to a stop, and noticed how deeply Spider was in the ground. She stared, perplexed, but of course his earlier words returned to her. He was building a din. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, Spider looked anxious and unhappy, and the hole was pretty deeply dug. How long had he been at this?
“Spider? Why are you building a den so close to the border?” how was she supposed to keep him safe if he was so close to roguelands. She would have rather he find a place in the heart of her pack, safe, secure. Of course, his life was his choice, and she already regretted her words. He would probably think she sounded grumpy, and withdraw inside of himself. Damn it. “Do you want a hand building it?” she asked, glancing over at Ignis, who had also made this offer.
![Shaye](https://i.imgur.com/t4Y81IO.png)
![Riva](https://i.imgur.com/qslAQtU.png)
![Felicity](https://i.imgur.com/yZhorPf.png)
![Astraios](https://i.imgur.com/HU49mjT.png)
![Lyrae](https://i.imgur.com/GUc62SW.png)
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