12-19-2018, 01:08 AM
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Her ears pricked as she heard the crashing undergrowth. Soon enough, a giant black cat stood in front of her, with her brother’s dark gaze and voice. She recognized him, even if he failed to understand him – but she supposed she’d cut him some slack. After all, she’d been the one to tear their souls into a different reality; even if she fucked up, at least she understood why she appeared in a different world after her death. Her brother, on the other hand… he had no such knowledge.
Regardless, it stung that he rejected her – even if he didn’t mean to. Growling, she huffed, “Come on, Clare-bear, you’re not going mad! I promise it’s me! One of a kind, Vale Aston, here to annoy you all the way to the grave.” And beyond the grave, honestly, but he appeared a bit too glum for that discussion right now. Sighing, she gestured with her paw to her disgusting, dirty fur. “Yeah, you probably thought you were going crazy, but I did, too. And you look like you’ve taken a bath in the last month. How do you even do that without getting horrifically cold in the wild? All the water I’ve found is freezing.” Okay, she rambled a little bit there, but the point was that he wasn’t going crazy. She knew his logical to a fault mind pretty well, and she’d anticipated the moment she realized she’d ended up as a wolf that he’d have a much harder time adapting than she would.
But he surprised her. He managed to join one of the bigger groups in the area. Based on smell and sight, anyway, he didn’t appear too bad off. Unlike her dirty, smelly self.
“Yeah, you’re a fucking cat. Deal with it. I’m a literal bitch! A literal bitch! This world is fucking crazy, but don’t you lose your mind on me, Clare-bear. I did not just spend a month running over this dangerous territory and getting into brawls with territorial beasts just for you to stare at me like I’m not still your sister.” She huffed, finally done with her little stupid speech. She didn’t know how to convince him that he wasn’t going mad if he was already convinced that the world was an illusion, but damn she’d try.
Regardless, it stung that he rejected her – even if he didn’t mean to. Growling, she huffed, “Come on, Clare-bear, you’re not going mad! I promise it’s me! One of a kind, Vale Aston, here to annoy you all the way to the grave.” And beyond the grave, honestly, but he appeared a bit too glum for that discussion right now. Sighing, she gestured with her paw to her disgusting, dirty fur. “Yeah, you probably thought you were going crazy, but I did, too. And you look like you’ve taken a bath in the last month. How do you even do that without getting horrifically cold in the wild? All the water I’ve found is freezing.” Okay, she rambled a little bit there, but the point was that he wasn’t going crazy. She knew his logical to a fault mind pretty well, and she’d anticipated the moment she realized she’d ended up as a wolf that he’d have a much harder time adapting than she would.
But he surprised her. He managed to join one of the bigger groups in the area. Based on smell and sight, anyway, he didn’t appear too bad off. Unlike her dirty, smelly self.
“Yeah, you’re a fucking cat. Deal with it. I’m a literal bitch! A literal bitch! This world is fucking crazy, but don’t you lose your mind on me, Clare-bear. I did not just spend a month running over this dangerous territory and getting into brawls with territorial beasts just for you to stare at me like I’m not still your sister.” She huffed, finally done with her little stupid speech. She didn’t know how to convince him that he wasn’t going mad if he was already convinced that the world was an illusion, but damn she’d try.
METAMORPHOSIS
all that is left is the change !
Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation