01-18-2021, 03:54 PM
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RIFTWEAVER
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Riftweaver had been having a rough few weeks. He'd made a fool of himself multiple times over, doing nearly irreparable damage to his reputation. This likely wouldn't be so upsetting if it hadn't been his grandmother whom he'd embarrassed and disappointed. Perhaps he really was the lesser half, and maybe he should have taken less time fighting it and focused more on accepting that Brandyskies had kept the best parts of them. An upsetting fact, but not one that Rift could afford to ignore any longer.
The male had decided that the first step to improving was to simply become okay with himself. He had taken to walks to clear his head, and it helped quite a bit if he was honest. It allowed him time to think in peace, without the constant humming that seemed to fill his head whenever he got too close to his twin. Whether that was a side effect of their shared soul, or rather just the blood pounding in his ears in a physical response to the tensions between the two, it made focusing hard either way. The quiet of his walks allowed him to consider his mistakes, to look over his actions and words and see where he'd messed up.
Hey! Self improvement is a process, alright? It takes a bit. Unfortunately, it was indeed taking a while for the leaf-maned Roux. But, that didn't mean it wasn't a steady stream of micro improvements. He was trying, despite what his drunken scene the other day had convinced others of. He disliked holding the role of village idiot, a title he would much rather eradicate entirely.
Another step in his improvements was companionship. He had a lot of emotional and mental problems as of late, and figured a system of emotional support would help a bit. It just so happened that, as he walked and thought, coming to the decision to take on a pet, a baby possum crossed his path. Screeching loudly, the baby marsupial dropped heavily onto Rift's head, causing the tiguar quite a shock. He cried out, jumping back.
The possum clung to his cranium, still screeching in panic as she was swung around on the head of the male. After a second, Rift stopped, pulling the creature off of his head. "You scared me, little bits." he murmured, pulling her against his chest. Knowing now that she was safe, the creature wrapped her tail up in his fur, clinging to his chest.
Riftweaver had been having a rough few weeks. He'd made a fool of himself multiple times over, doing nearly irreparable damage to his reputation. This likely wouldn't be so upsetting if it hadn't been his grandmother whom he'd embarrassed and disappointed. Perhaps he really was the lesser half, and maybe he should have taken less time fighting it and focused more on accepting that Brandyskies had kept the best parts of them. An upsetting fact, but not one that Rift could afford to ignore any longer.
The male had decided that the first step to improving was to simply become okay with himself. He had taken to walks to clear his head, and it helped quite a bit if he was honest. It allowed him time to think in peace, without the constant humming that seemed to fill his head whenever he got too close to his twin. Whether that was a side effect of their shared soul, or rather just the blood pounding in his ears in a physical response to the tensions between the two, it made focusing hard either way. The quiet of his walks allowed him to consider his mistakes, to look over his actions and words and see where he'd messed up.
Hey! Self improvement is a process, alright? It takes a bit. Unfortunately, it was indeed taking a while for the leaf-maned Roux. But, that didn't mean it wasn't a steady stream of micro improvements. He was trying, despite what his drunken scene the other day had convinced others of. He disliked holding the role of village idiot, a title he would much rather eradicate entirely.
Another step in his improvements was companionship. He had a lot of emotional and mental problems as of late, and figured a system of emotional support would help a bit. It just so happened that, as he walked and thought, coming to the decision to take on a pet, a baby possum crossed his path. Screeching loudly, the baby marsupial dropped heavily onto Rift's head, causing the tiguar quite a shock. He cried out, jumping back.
The possum clung to his cranium, still screeching in panic as she was swung around on the head of the male. After a second, Rift stopped, pulling the creature off of his head. "You scared me, little bits." he murmured, pulling her against his chest. Knowing now that she was safe, the creature wrapped her tail up in his fur, clinging to his chest.
