* I Ship Everyone* {Makocey}

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

He ran. It was a guilty pleasure. As the world began to crumble around him, he liked to run. As his pack, that quenched a thirst for power fell away, he dipped. He felt bad, but it was inevitable. He had faced a feat - it was his longest time spent in one spot since he could remember. He snarled at the wind.

He relished the feeling of fresh air whipping his now oily and unkept pelt. He loved and loathed the purity of silencer. He pumped his legs, stretched his muscles whilst he could. He was torn between being juvenile, or nearing death. He could move again, an awkward click as his hind leg was stiff and couldn't extend the whole way. It was beautiful - movement - but Yechta had given him back his youth. And now he had run from her when things got too hard. Always running from drama, or making it. Guilty pleasures.

He almost missed Makoce. Matana. Everyone he had met and tossed aside. Eventually he gave up. His steps faltered, and he closed his eyes and sucked air in through his teeth as the pain got hard. He eventually flopped onto the grassy plains and assessed the damage.

A nasty chunk out of his front leg. He had blanked out recently, and he knew them he couldn't stay. A case of rabies maybe, or just his mental ailments returning to haunt him. Stages of madness, reverting him back to an emotionless faze of being simply an animal. He had blanked, something he hadn't done in a long time. He no longer craved food or sleep, and sadistic thoughts swam through his head so tantalising. But blanking, loosing memory and sanity for just a moment. And he had awoken with blood on his lips and teeth in his leg. He hadn't gone through some dramatic fight. The blood was his own.

And thus he ran. If he had bit a chunk out of his own foreleg than he didn't want to know what happens in any other scenario. Heroism, or cowardice?

He lay on unfamiliar fields, delicately nuzzling the ragged, oozing hole of flesh that he had run from, and knew that he was going to snap. Again. He was sick of sanity, but he was also sick of this madness. He sneered and softly rested his chin on his paws.


This world was a cruel one.

{ In any way do not feel obliged to respond with anything long. I probably won't }

[Makoce]

Her legs were a dark blur as she ran through the trees, a grin widening across her red muzzle. The long-legged red wolf had needed to stretch her legs and get away for some time, just as the dark-colored male, the one she didn't know was just ahead of her, had. It wasn't long before the trees gave way, suddenly to a grassy hill, rolling into the fields of long grass and wildflowers. She had always loved the place. It was where she went when she was feeling down, or lonely.

The golden stalks were parted at the foot of the yellow hill, giving way to a dark shape. Her nose began to work, and she parted her jaws, picking up a scent she recognized. Rueff. Her orange eyes glowed with happiness. She hadn't seen the scarred male for quite some time—she wasn't sure if he had been ignoring her, or if he hadn't had time to stop by. Either way, she was pleased to have the company.

She raced towards him, stopping by his side. A stench rose from his body—one she knew well. Blood and infection. A scent her medicine trained nose was keen to pick up on. "Rueff—what happened to your leg?" A look of concern washed across her face. Surely he had been attacked by a wolf again—but hat she didn't know, was that truly, he was going mad.

THE FIRST THING I LEARNED IS TO NOT CRY WITHOUT YOU. SECOND, TO NOT WALK ALONE. THIRD, EVEN IF IT HURTS, TO NOT CALL YOUR NAME AND LOOK FOR YOUR WARM HANDS.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

{ Working on the Ghost x Finch photo as we speak XD}

He stood up abruptly as he heard a sudden breathy voice by his ear. He hated vulnerability. He could still taste his own stale blood in his mouth that made him want to gag. He grinned at her sheepishly, relaxing his muscles and leaning back slightly on his haunches, trying to appear calm and collected. The idea of running was to AVOID people. He just hoped he didn't dip on his sanity anytime soon. He thought about clamping his jaw around her neck and shaking her until he heard that satisfying break. Or with one careful cut he could watch her bleed out. Horrible, sadistic thoughts about someone he was quite fond of tempted him, and he wanted to faint.

He paused, keeping the weight off his exposed ankle delicately. He didn't want her help. But he kind of did. He smirked at her. " I fell. Must've been all those flowers playing with my head "

He fell? Pathetic.

[Makoce]

-- oh, you are? i can help draw it --

His expression frightened her. It was something… terrible. But she was strong and brave, so she pushed the conflicting ideas away. She wanted to help her friend, not lower herself to cowering before him. But still, she couldn't get the thought out of her mind. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? She flicked a reddish brown ear, watching him carefully. He's a friend.

He needed help, Rueff. Wether it was from insanity or injuries, he needed help—only she didn't know what the enemy was. She looked at him doubtfully. "A fall? That? I'm afraid you can't get that from a fall," Makoce glanced at the chunk of missing flesh. She looked up into his eyes. "What's going on, Rueff?"

THE FIRST THING I LEARNED IS TO NOT CRY WITHOUT YOU. SECOND, TO NOT WALK ALONE. THIRD, EVEN IF IT HURTS, TO NOT CALL YOUR NAME AND LOOK FOR YOUR WARM HANDS.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

His trying-to-be-friendly-and-optimistic-that-wasn't-really-working expression faltered. He was never EVER a good lier, but he also knew when you start a story, you have to stick with it.

" It was steep, and there were stones... I don't remember a lot " Oh, he sucked at lying cause he hated doing it. Once upon a time he relished the pain of the truth, but now it was ruining things. He may be smart, but he also knew that Makoce was too. Was she smart enough to know not to push it?

The smell of blood, and that horrible yellow-and-clear oozy stuff that came with infection was pungent in the air. For maybe the first time ever he missed the smell of flowers. He doubted he'd ever miss it again though.

[Makoce]

Makoce lifted one, fictional eyebrow. "I don't know what your trying to conceal here—but whatever it is, that wound is getting infected." She bent down to sniff at his leg. "You need it to get healed fast, otherwise it will get worse. I think you know what will happen if it gets worse, considering your leg last time. It'll rot, and your leg will weaken."

She pulled back, looking up at him. "It needs to be healed. Will you let me help you, Rueff?" She asked. "Please? I don't want you to be harmed."

THE FIRST THING I LEARNED IS TO NOT CRY WITHOUT YOU. SECOND, TO NOT WALK ALONE. THIRD, EVEN IF IT HURTS, TO NOT CALL YOUR NAME AND LOOK FOR YOUR WARM HANDS.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

Rueff snarled at the sentiment of the moment, but he already missed the freedom of movement. It's amazing how ten minutes ago he was sprinting through this new expanse of land, but now he couldn't imagine anything worse. It's amazing how the moment you put something in the back of your mind it fades. But what his subconscious mind didn't realise the strain it had put on the literally exposed bone and muscles. But he was used to gore. It was the taste, the sweet and relishable taste of blood - his own - still lingering on his tongue.

" Yeah, yeah ok, " he huffed quietly. Weird to think it was their second conversation. But he really had no one else at this moment, or at any moment. Thus he gritted his teeth and prepared to comply, though the thought killed him. He didn't deny trying to hide something. Damage was done

[Makoce]

She gave him a soft wolf-like smile. The thick-furred female had always been a healer—never a fighter, like Rueff had. Quite a team the two would make, though, of course, the dark male was spilling over the line that separated sanity from madness. He hadn't seemed this way before, but Makoce was begging to rethink her earlier thoughts—something was up.

She'd have to keep an eye on him. She couldn't have him run away in such a state. She needed him to get better before he could stray on his own. She moved away from him, his dark shape visible in the corner of her orange eyes. "Let's see…" she muttered, surveying the flowers. There had to be something in the field she could use to help him. If he ran, she knew she could easily catch him. He was in no state to move his leg in such a motion, and she had always been a considerably fast runner.

From experience, Makoce knew the first thing she needed was chervil, to stop his infection, comfrey root for soothing, and poppy seeds for pain. She collected the items she was in need of, snipping the plants off the stems delicately with her teeth, and pulling out the comfrey from the ground. She trotted back to Rueff. "We need somewhere we can stay for while. You'll need your wound to heal," she murmured, eyeing his wound.

THE FIRST THING I LEARNED IS TO NOT CRY WITHOUT YOU. SECOND, TO NOT WALK ALONE. THIRD, EVEN IF IT HURTS, TO NOT CALL YOUR NAME AND LOOK FOR YOUR WARM HANDS.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

Rueff never got the lifestyle of peace. How the hell did you learn about which flower did what? Trial and error, "passed down through the generations"?

Knowledge was pointless. Scars were inevitable, pain was pure, and ebbing sign of life. Those who dont experience pain bite off the tips of their tongues and break bones. Pain is our guidance, our warning that keeps us alive and well. Except he might abuse that privilege. He saw his "resilience" or his knack for getting into pain as a strength, but he hatred for help was a weakness. He got himself into trouble and dear god it was slowing him down with every horrid affliction.

He glanced around. He didn't know this place. He had lived in the same forest for most of his life. It was the same place, just another branch of it. But he was hopelessly lost still. Weird, it seemed like such a small place, always running into the same faces, but it was actually huge. He was cocky and arrogant and completely lost

" Yeah, probably, " he snarled a little harshly. He was running a little low on his supply of good humour, but he dipped his ears submissively

[Makoce]

Her mother had always had an odd fascination with plants, ever since she was a pup. It wasn't a surprise when, in time, she gave birth to two puppies, for she was a small, pretty girl. Nor was it a surprise when she named her pups after nature. One of the puppies, a small male, was sickly, her worst fear. He died a moon later, for the cure to his illness was rare and she was afraid to travel, to leave her sickly son. She named her daughter Makoce, meaning earth, in hope that she would grow to have a certain interest in the earth much like herself—but she wouldn't fail as the mother had.

It was funny, really, in a strange way. Makoce's mother was swept into a dark abyss, the one as Rueff was now—insanity. The red female didn't do a thing when her mother lost it. She hated herself for that every day, and, now, Rueff was in the same place and she wouldn't make the same mistake.

"Follow me," she murmured softly over the stems, nosing her way through the tall grass. Unlike the dark male, she was closely associated with that certain area of the land, and it wouldn't be hard to find a safe shelter. As she entered the forest, she knew where to go. She could feel the knowing tugging at her bones, leading her to the tree. The tree where she was born, underneath the roots of a cloud pine. Where she stayed as a pup, where she watched her mother slowly disappear more and more each day. The walk wasn't long, and she found herself standing at the roots. Her body knew the direction as much as her mind and her heart did. She stood, frozen, as she watched the memories pass before her.

THE FIRST THING I LEARNED IS TO NOT CRY WITHOUT YOU. SECOND, TO NOT WALK ALONE. THIRD, EVEN IF IT HURTS, TO NOT CALL YOUR NAME AND LOOK FOR YOUR WARM HANDS.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

Rueff had followed pridefully, watching Makoce knowledgeably weave her way amongst the leaves and foliage. He was not so familiar. He winced as underbrush entangled his legs and thorns dug themselves into his ragged wound. He was too proud, and ripped his leg agonisingly from its leafy confines and continued on, focusing on his ragged breath.

And when Makoce paused, so did he. Déjà vu washed over him. There was a gnarled pine, with its expanse of roots worn away underneath by erosion or another sort he didn't care about to create a cave. He adjusted himself to try and see inside, searching for a hole in the soil floor or a deer carcass pushed to the side, to no avail. And he was pretty sure the one he had saved Matana in before she fled (again, yeesh) was oak. This had not a single sign of life or inhabitance in a while, he presumed as he waited for Makoce to float back to the current world.

He was a wuss and he tried to ignore his self-inflicted wound

[Makoce]

As Rueff snapped out of his daze, as did Makoce. She blinked, shaking her head, and lowered her orange eyes to her paws. "I'm..uh, heh," she chuckled, shaking her head. "I apologize for that." She dipped her head in embarrassment, padding forward towards the roots. She sniffed at the pine's roots, to make sure another creature wasn't taking shelter inside. She drew back in surprise as a strong scent of her mother hit her nose, but as she returned to the roots, the scent was gone. I'm just imagining things.

She found the familiar entrance easily, slipping inside. The roots were thick and strong, woven tightly together. It was a good shelter. She laid the plants down in the corner, motioning for Rueff to enter. "Just lay here, and I'll tend to your wound."

THE FIRST THING I LEARNED IS TO NOT CRY WITHOUT YOU. SECOND, TO NOT WALK ALONE. THIRD, EVEN IF IT HURTS, TO NOT CALL YOUR NAME AND LOOK FOR YOUR WARM HANDS.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

Rueff flicked his one intact ear in dismissal to Makoce's daydream. Everyone drifted off, and everyone had their own story. Why was she apologising? He was the one tearing at his own flesh, and caving in his mind. Crazy wolves could (almost -lies) be sympa- almost empathetic.

He ducked inside, and after a moment flopped clumsily onto the ground, stirring up some light dust. Good, meant that he doubted much water got in here. On second thoughts he wouldn't mind drowning. He refused to wince, his muscles pulled taut and tense. Wired to explode. He had used it most of the journey - he hated the thought of limping. He knew it was self-inflicted - his burden to carry. When you had spent most of your life limping it became the opposite of appealing.

He flexed the toes on the afflicted ankle bravely. Regretful move. He wrinkled his nose up into an aggressive expression and kept quiet. He looked up at Makoce though, and felt rude. Ah, conflicting emotions. How much fun will this be?

" Yea, yea ok " He snarled, but the aggression wasn't aimed at her in any way. Literary royalty right here

[Makoce]

Makoce nosed through the plants, picking the stalk up deftly between her teeth. She removed most of the leaves from the stem, dropping them near Rueff. "Chew these and swallow while I tend to your wound. They will help prevent your leg from getting infected," she glanced up at him with a smile, moving back to her herbs. She pulled out the long, finger-like comfrey root, moving towards his wounded leg.

She settled down, chewing the root into a thick poultice. Before applying it, she bent her neck to sniff at his wound, the scent of infection hitting her like a stone. She tried not to let the worry show as she spread the root's poultice among the wound. "I'm afraid your leg is already infected. I may need stronger herbs," she stood, plucking a few of the poppy seeds from the flower, rolling two towards Rueff. "Eat these. It will soothe the pain." She didn't tell him that they'd make him fall asleep, for she was afraid he wouldn't take them if she did. She sat back to wait, not trusting the dark male to stay in one place if she left to get more herbs whilst he was awake.

THE FIRST THING I LEARNED IS TO NOT CRY WITHOUT YOU. SECOND, TO NOT WALK ALONE. THIRD, EVEN IF IT HURTS, TO NOT CALL YOUR NAME AND LOOK FOR YOUR WARM HANDS.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ

[Rueff]

HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW A RAVEN IS LIKE A WRITING DESK...?

( Whoops. Hi again )

Rueff hesitated, the smallest growl reverberating in his chest. Pain? He was prideful, but then again, it was Makoce. He had eaten flowers as a dare and nearly thrown up on her. He doubted she cared if infection felt like fire slowly creeping up his veins. He did know she would care about the fire in his head that was blotting out his thoughts and common sense and that little voice in his head that's he's never missed before now. He felt like he was falling up at the seems. He stared at the gorgeous wilting, waxy petals of the two lonely poppies that resembled the blood in his mouth and black core of his mind. And so he placed a paw on top of them and tore up the flowers and eating most of the awful tiny black seeds that stuck between his teeth and felt like eating grit or gravel. He probably ate enough to put him in a coma, but he doubted that would happen.

He rested his head on his forelegs, careful not to touch the oozy mess he had made on his own leg. He was almost glad Makoce wasn't asking many questions. And all of a sudden he felt a wall hit him, a wall of dark fatigue. He snarled and went to stand quickly, but instead his legs buckled and he hit the ground hard on his side with a cloud of dust. He probably needed the rest, but he sure didn't want it. At least you can't feel anything whilst unconscious, and he was long gone.