- Feb 18, 2023
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anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
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/ mild gore ^^
Rarely did Duskpool make time for himself, taking patrol after patrol and enduring sleepless nights, hoping to rid himself of nightmaresmemories that plagued his nights like hungry hawks waiting to swoop. He breathed, letting the crisp air of leaf-bare enter his lungs, burning with each swell of his chest that sent prickles down his throat, nearly causing a coughing fit if he hadn’t swallowed, shaking his wooly fur in slithering annoyance.
On the days he took the time to relax his quivering muscles and weeping mind, relishing in the soft quietness the snowy tundra offered despite the lumbering chill that rattled his bones like scattered bones tumbling across a windy moor. He had allowed himself a small sliver of hope to blossom within a dark cavern that lived in his chest, heart pulsating with the sudden rise of familiar faces and discoveries that nearly made him purr in quaint happiness.
To have his younger sister, although troubled by what he still failed to say, and a son he had thought perished along with his mate to Flowercloud’s welcoming presence. Even if the harboring reminder of those that he lost, stolen away like fleeting stems on a dandelion flower. His heart tugged painfully, dark lips curling into a subtle frown, masked beneath the expression of indifference he wore like battle wounds.
The older warrior shifted, pausing mid-step to observe the pine-covered limbs that groaned beneath the powered weight that coated the ground in a slight sheen, undisturbed except for the small footprints of skittering prey and early hunting patrols. With a rumble, Duskpool ignored the sharp jabs of pain slithering up calloused paw pads to seep deep into the crevices of old injuries, shoulder throbbing with familiar numbness that barely phased the warrior after their rocky climb up a cliff and deeper into the windy alpines.
“Let’s get goin’ before the day gets any darker.” He rumbled to Flowercloud, molten gaze flickering to meet her own, helm swerving to stare ahead seconds after. “Ain’t gonna have much of a chance findin’ any good prey with the cold settin’ in.” He grunted, glancing wearily at the cold-barren ground, closer to the upwalkers, but he figured they tried their luck.
“Haven’t had much of a chance to see how ya been holdin’ up.” He rumbled, continuing his slow trek forward with an idly sweep of his tail. “Ya holdin’ up alright, kiddo?” He raised an eyebrow, mangled ear swerving in remembrance of their last conversation before she’d fallen ill and he’d set off on some self-sacrificial journey since the death of Yukio and his brothers.
His body stiffened, catching the quiet barks of beasts off into the distance, some lengths toward the upwalkers. Molten gaze narrowed, his maw parted to warn the other only for a sway of déjà vu settling across his shoulders to the sudden flurry of rapid backs cutting through the air drawing a loud snarl from the older warrior.
It was all the same—Damnit. Duskpool would have laughed at how foolish he’d been for hoping, if he wasn’t already surging forward toward the two large-sized beasts, letting out low-harbouring snarls. “Flowercloud! Get out of here!” He snarled over the loud barks, shooting the molly a sporadic glance, hoping that she’d listen, but even that was futile at the sudden sting erupting from his hind leg[, overpowered by the rancid smell of dog so similar to when he was a youngster fighting for his life to the sudden flutter of chaos during the last stretch, Duskpool found himself slammed into the unforgiving earth with a thunderous growl, teeth bared as he twisted awkwardly to latch onto the brute’s cheek.
/ @flowercloud.
Rarely did Duskpool make time for himself, taking patrol after patrol and enduring sleepless nights, hoping to rid himself of nightmares
On the days he took the time to relax his quivering muscles and weeping mind, relishing in the soft quietness the snowy tundra offered despite the lumbering chill that rattled his bones like scattered bones tumbling across a windy moor. He had allowed himself a small sliver of hope to blossom within a dark cavern that lived in his chest, heart pulsating with the sudden rise of familiar faces and discoveries that nearly made him purr in quaint happiness.
To have his younger sister, although troubled by what he still failed to say, and a son he had thought perished along with his mate to Flowercloud’s welcoming presence. Even if the harboring reminder of those that he lost, stolen away like fleeting stems on a dandelion flower. His heart tugged painfully, dark lips curling into a subtle frown, masked beneath the expression of indifference he wore like battle wounds.
The older warrior shifted, pausing mid-step to observe the pine-covered limbs that groaned beneath the powered weight that coated the ground in a slight sheen, undisturbed except for the small footprints of skittering prey and early hunting patrols. With a rumble, Duskpool ignored the sharp jabs of pain slithering up calloused paw pads to seep deep into the crevices of old injuries, shoulder throbbing with familiar numbness that barely phased the warrior after their rocky climb up a cliff and deeper into the windy alpines.
“Let’s get goin’ before the day gets any darker.” He rumbled to Flowercloud, molten gaze flickering to meet her own, helm swerving to stare ahead seconds after. “Ain’t gonna have much of a chance findin’ any good prey with the cold settin’ in.” He grunted, glancing wearily at the cold-barren ground, closer to the upwalkers, but he figured they tried their luck.
“Haven’t had much of a chance to see how ya been holdin’ up.” He rumbled, continuing his slow trek forward with an idly sweep of his tail. “Ya holdin’ up alright, kiddo?” He raised an eyebrow, mangled ear swerving in remembrance of their last conversation before she’d fallen ill and he’d set off on some self-sacrificial journey since the death of Yukio and his brothers.
His body stiffened, catching the quiet barks of beasts off into the distance, some lengths toward the upwalkers. Molten gaze narrowed, his maw parted to warn the other only for a sway of déjà vu settling across his shoulders to the sudden flurry of rapid backs cutting through the air drawing a loud snarl from the older warrior.
It was all the same—Damnit. Duskpool would have laughed at how foolish he’d been for hoping, if he wasn’t already surging forward toward the two large-sized beasts, letting out low-harbouring snarls. “Flowercloud! Get out of here!” He snarled over the loud barks, shooting the molly a sporadic glance, hoping that she’d listen, but even that was futile at the sudden sting erupting from his hind leg[, overpowered by the rancid smell of dog so similar to when he was a youngster fighting for his life to the sudden flutter of chaos during the last stretch, Duskpool found himself slammed into the unforgiving earth with a thunderous growl, teeth bared as he twisted awkwardly to latch onto the brute’s cheek.
/ @flowercloud.
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