BABY FLAT-LINE / myhri

[deimos]

bad girlfriend

Myhri had always been mortal. Raised himself on the streets on the city, learning how to fit in with all of the other strays and partying from sunset to sunrise, and all the space inbetween spent caring for hangovers and the aftermath of a dirty party in his home. Learning to cook had only been natural, and caring for his hygiene was important to him. But when he saw Damianos in such a state, recognizing the skinny figure, skin clinging to bones without meat between them, his ears flattened.

How did anyone let it get that bad when they were surrounded by people who ate every single meal, and snacked in the offtime? Was that what Myhri did? Yes, absolutely. Myhri had just been traveling back to his dug snow den- which was obviously the warmest- when he spotted the jaguar again. The one that couldn't speak, he believed, though he didn't know if he could hear or not. "Hey, uh.. whatcha up to over there?" Myhri said, slowly stepped closer as not to spook him if he couldn't hear.

code by spacexual