01-28-2020, 09:37 PM
[glow=white,1,400]BUT IT'S NOT ENOUGH, IT WON'T BE ENOUGH TO SAVE YOU ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
It was a mess.
He supposed that it was a harsh reflection on his own life, the thought made a snort escape him, the canine moved around in the room where he had created or well tried to before he'd get burnt paws. Stark had a vision, a futuristic one, though it did not prove easy seeing as he had no opposable thumbs to get a grip on the shit he would work on. In turn, he became a collector (a packrat in the eyes of others) and hoarded several pieces of scrap metal, nuts, and bolts. Eventually, he'd be able to make something out of it all one day was his initial thought. Yet, he had left to go practice on those powers of his and well, it hadn't turned out well for him. He had kept trying to perfect the technique over and over again, sometimes he would succeed with flying colors, getting the result he wanted. But with each success of his, he hadn't realized that it was effecting him in a very negative way. It was just slightly then, there was no issue. No worries. Until, he decided that he wanted to go up against something to truly test his defensive abilities that had been his biggest mistake. Oh, how he had been foolish. He hadn't been stupid enough to go up against a bear but, a single wolf that had attacked him decided to call for help. . . A whole pack of wolves against a single canine, well, he hadn't struck out lucky. They had nearly killed him. Back when he had been younger, he had been attacked by a group of wolves too except it hadn't been a large group like the one he had faced recently.
A numb, cracked pawpad would run across the bandages that were wrapped around his body. He had to run from them after getting a few of them off him, he had managed to find a small cave to briefly call his own. It took him a while to realize that the sharper earth particles had penetrated into his skin, what he didn't realize that it was inflicting damage onto his immune system. It could have became severe if he wasn't careful enough. The memory made the canine let put a soft 'tsk' sound, his eyes still wandering across his room in wonder. He walked a little further into the room brushing off the dust from a picture book he had kept after all those years, he would open it up slowly with a shaky paw. His throat felt dry as he went through the first few pages, the first few ones being pictures of puppies. . . Specifically his children. A few more pages were flipped and he felt choked up staring at the images. He couldn't. His insides aches with such an immense pain, it made his body shake and shudder. His eyes began to sting a bit as a few tears dripped onto the pictures safely tucked away behind plastic.
Plip. Plop. Plip.
Stark wiped the tears away from his own eyes, he hadn't known why he had ruined something so beautiful. He had something going on. Yet, his young self had been rash and afraid of the mere thought of marriage even now it made the older canine feel squeamish. He bit his bottom lip drawing only a bit of blood, he drew a soft breath only to try and murmur the name of his to be though it never escaped his mouth. His tongue and mind forbid him. He tried again only for a helpless breath to escape him, he closed the book only to shove it away with a sudden anger pulsating through him. He had set up his own destiny with his decisions, now, all he could do was live with what he had or got in the world. There wasn't any point in crying over something lost to him. It wasn't like he could turn back time and make amends to his mistakes. He had been stupid and naive though leadership had molded him into something more. . . He wasn't so certain of what exactly but he was different. His mind shifting gears like a machine, his movements almost robotic, but his words still held some form of sentience. His words were often sarcastic or simply just the words of an idiot running on whatever his mind buzzed, it didn't matter to him but to others it would. Stark spoke his mind back when he was smaller, he hadn't much of the opinion.
Now it was different. Very so.
He began to tidy up his little workshop as he'd like to call it, moving bolts and nuts into small jars that he placed onto shelves. The book he had been going through, he removed some of the pictures fitting a few into some frames and placing them onto his once vacant walls. Stark let out a soft breath before breaking into a brief coughing fit, he cleared his throat afterwards staring at that one picture of him and his ex-fiance, a deep frown etched onto his maw. He couldn't speak her name without feeling guilt, thinking her name didn't help in this endeavor either. He decided against hanging a picture of her on his workshops walls. He knew he would be restless, toss and turn, and suffer if she was there staring at him. He put away the book only to glance around at his cleaner homespace.
One day, he'd be cleaned up too. He would've recovered. He wouldn't be a mess. [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]
He supposed that it was a harsh reflection on his own life, the thought made a snort escape him, the canine moved around in the room where he had created or well tried to before he'd get burnt paws. Stark had a vision, a futuristic one, though it did not prove easy seeing as he had no opposable thumbs to get a grip on the shit he would work on. In turn, he became a collector (a packrat in the eyes of others) and hoarded several pieces of scrap metal, nuts, and bolts. Eventually, he'd be able to make something out of it all one day was his initial thought. Yet, he had left to go practice on those powers of his and well, it hadn't turned out well for him. He had kept trying to perfect the technique over and over again, sometimes he would succeed with flying colors, getting the result he wanted. But with each success of his, he hadn't realized that it was effecting him in a very negative way. It was just slightly then, there was no issue. No worries. Until, he decided that he wanted to go up against something to truly test his defensive abilities that had been his biggest mistake. Oh, how he had been foolish. He hadn't been stupid enough to go up against a bear but, a single wolf that had attacked him decided to call for help. . . A whole pack of wolves against a single canine, well, he hadn't struck out lucky. They had nearly killed him. Back when he had been younger, he had been attacked by a group of wolves too except it hadn't been a large group like the one he had faced recently.
A numb, cracked pawpad would run across the bandages that were wrapped around his body. He had to run from them after getting a few of them off him, he had managed to find a small cave to briefly call his own. It took him a while to realize that the sharper earth particles had penetrated into his skin, what he didn't realize that it was inflicting damage onto his immune system. It could have became severe if he wasn't careful enough. The memory made the canine let put a soft 'tsk' sound, his eyes still wandering across his room in wonder. He walked a little further into the room brushing off the dust from a picture book he had kept after all those years, he would open it up slowly with a shaky paw. His throat felt dry as he went through the first few pages, the first few ones being pictures of puppies. . . Specifically his children. A few more pages were flipped and he felt choked up staring at the images. He couldn't. His insides aches with such an immense pain, it made his body shake and shudder. His eyes began to sting a bit as a few tears dripped onto the pictures safely tucked away behind plastic.
Plip. Plop. Plip.
Stark wiped the tears away from his own eyes, he hadn't known why he had ruined something so beautiful. He had something going on. Yet, his young self had been rash and afraid of the mere thought of marriage even now it made the older canine feel squeamish. He bit his bottom lip drawing only a bit of blood, he drew a soft breath only to try and murmur the name of his to be though it never escaped his mouth. His tongue and mind forbid him. He tried again only for a helpless breath to escape him, he closed the book only to shove it away with a sudden anger pulsating through him. He had set up his own destiny with his decisions, now, all he could do was live with what he had or got in the world. There wasn't any point in crying over something lost to him. It wasn't like he could turn back time and make amends to his mistakes. He had been stupid and naive though leadership had molded him into something more. . . He wasn't so certain of what exactly but he was different. His mind shifting gears like a machine, his movements almost robotic, but his words still held some form of sentience. His words were often sarcastic or simply just the words of an idiot running on whatever his mind buzzed, it didn't matter to him but to others it would. Stark spoke his mind back when he was smaller, he hadn't much of the opinion.
Now it was different. Very so.
He began to tidy up his little workshop as he'd like to call it, moving bolts and nuts into small jars that he placed onto shelves. The book he had been going through, he removed some of the pictures fitting a few into some frames and placing them onto his once vacant walls. Stark let out a soft breath before breaking into a brief coughing fit, he cleared his throat afterwards staring at that one picture of him and his ex-fiance, a deep frown etched onto his maw. He couldn't speak her name without feeling guilt, thinking her name didn't help in this endeavor either. He decided against hanging a picture of her on his workshops walls. He knew he would be restless, toss and turn, and suffer if she was there staring at him. He put away the book only to glance around at his cleaner homespace.
One day, he'd be cleaned up too. He would've recovered. He wouldn't be a mess. [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]