Something in this hut he had taken over caused a song to scramble in his head. A faint scent- one he had never expected to find again- haunted his memory, burned his heart like acid. It felt like he was drowning in it, as he lay there on the wooden floor. A mix of cigarette and a mango spray she used on her fur. Her. The thought of her caused his eyes to drift to the side. He had hurt her, but she had hurt him worse. Myhri wasn't perfect, not by any means, but that whore had done so much worse then he did.

"When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye"

In dull rooms, back in the city, they labored alone. Myhri lay across the floor from her, those orange irises pinning him there. She had such a smoking hot stare, something that could bend Myhri's will. Why did he keep coming back, afterall? He didn't know. Her drug circle, the cigarettes hanging between her jaws. Those things were his vices, but she was the real addiction. In that still moment, with static ringing in his ears from the radio across the street, he had pushed to his paws. He couldn't look into those orange eyes, but that was okay. His eyes were seeing blurry messes anyways.

"You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry"

Her head had turned to him. Those perfect, pointed ears. Her groomed fur, that she had made him work at, getting all of the kinks out. She refused to groom herself. Said to him- "I'm above that. This job is for my pet." Those words had made him flinch- was he really only good for cleaning her, working for her? He had things to offer. She didn't want them, did she? Wordless, mouth partway open, the rottsky had stood before her perfect white fur, staring at those orange- almost red- headlights. Her head had tilted down, sitting on the counter above him. A sharp grin, teeth poking through as she said to him- "What is it, Yowamushi?"

"You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special"

He hadn't answered then. She had cracked his last pair of glasses for speaking out of turn. He couldn't leave. His heart wanted to explode, but he needed them. No, not the cancer sticks. Her, he needed her. He stepped back, pressing his paws against his ears, nose groveling in the dirt. There was a rage in his head, all of a sudden, the thudding of his heart too loud. His breathing shuddered, his body giving out and thudding against the dirty wood of the run down abandoned store.

"But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?"

His paws fell from his ears, pushing him up. His gaunt figure- from the torture of drugs and Her alike, he was starving. He looked towards the door, struggling towards it. She pushed to her paws. "Where are you going, pet?" She hissed out. Myhri ignored her. His paws raked through the glass on the ground, scrabbling away. He grabbed his bag on the way out, jumping over the window sill, out into the dark night.

"I don't belong here."

In the hut, his eyes flinched only once. He had lay awake that night. No one wanted him, back in the city, did they? His chest ached. Did they even want him here, really? Myhri pushed to his paws. He wanted to the burn the hut. He couldn't take the stink of tobacco and mango anymore. Orange irises burned into his head, the scar on his cheek and paws. A sigh escaped the maw of Myhri. He didn't have what it took to forget it, he supposed. He moved, pulling the ratty blanket he found closer around him and laying down.

// i don't expect replies, just trying to scribble down some backstory!!

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