i will not ask you where you came from
i will not ask and neither would you
syndor (he/they), who lives a humble life. he seems content, with his garden and his chickens, but there's something behind his eyes. maybe he's running from something.
howl (any pronouns), who has a second chance. it died with blood under its nails and came back different in some ways- but the wildness is still part of him.
(tw for blood, death mentions under the cut)
once, long ago, there was a god. it was a wild, ancient god, one of blood and lust and life. a forest god.
the god scented blood on the air, dragon blood. it cared little for the civilized folks, as most gods do. it cared little whether they lived or died. but it was a curious god, so it tracked the scent, bounding on deer's hooves to its source.
the god's paws left no tracks in the blood-soaked earth around the dragon's remains. the god considered the creature for a moment: the blade buried in its stomach, hands and coverings stained dark, its face contorted in rage. there was another scent here, under the obvious blood and rot, one even more familiar to the god.
a wild something, indescribable even to the god of such things, coiled around the body that was once its own. it stared up at the god, its teeth bared. the god raised its head and howled in its many voices, joined soon by the wolves and coyotes and hawks and hares of the forest, a mournful harmony of all wild things.
the something howled too, until its song became a scream, letting loose all the sorrow and love and rage of a life that would never have been enough.
the forest went silent. the god lowered its head and nuzzled the something, like a doe to her fawn, like a bear to her cub. wild things understand each other. they don't need words. the god heard the something's quiet plea:
another chance.
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once, not so long ago, there was a man. he walked through an overgrown forest, dirt on his hands and his shovel. he loved walking in the forest, listening to the sounds of nature. it was calming.
he paused near a burbling creek to wash the sweat from his face. he sighed in grim satisfaction- tired, sore, numb. but it was over, at last.
the man realized, after staring into the water for long minutes, that something was different. wrong. the forest was silent here. his eye was drawn to a large stone behind him- half his height or more, veined with black and glittering white patches. on its face, a hand print painted with something dark.
a strange impulse took over, something wild within him, and he began to dig.
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once, now. a scraping sound. crumbling earth. cracking twigs. then, light. sunlight. warm and bright and so welcome after so long in the dirt.
the creature reached out from its grave. its hands- long, clawed, discolored- shook as it pulled itself up. it blinked against the morning light, yawned as though waking from a long nap.
it almost didn't notice the man with the shovel. he stared at it, his expression unreadable. it ignored him, letting the world wash over it: a cool breeze on its face, the sound of the water, of birds and insects, of wind through the leaves, the cloying scent of dark earth giving way to flowers and trees.
finally, the man held out a hand- blistered, rough, covered in soil- and the creature let him pull it from the earth.
the man removed his cloak, wrapping it around the creature's broad shoulders. it rubbed the fabric between its clawed fingers- soft, warm, dark like good soil- and smiled. it should have been frightening, with its sharp claws and sharper teeth, but the man just smiled back.
wild things understand each other.
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Pokemon Fun Facts!
Eevees are officially, scientifically, just so FLUFFY!
In that they’re double-coated, meaning they have a thicker woolly undercoat beneath their silkier topcoat! This gives them a lot of insulation from extremes of temperature and protection from dirt, moisture and biting insects! This is part of why Eevee are so adaptable to so many environments!
On the other hand, it also means their coats need a lot of care to keep them from getting matted and uncomfortable! In the wild, they spend a lot of time grooming each other, and it’s an important part of Eevee group socialisation; when kept by humans, it’s generally up to the trainer to provide regular brushing with the right tools! Luckily enough, because Eevee groom each other so regularly, a properly socialised Eevee that trusts its trainer will be more than happy to settle down for what they perceive as a bonding session, and demanding a good brushing when they don’t technically need one is a commonly recorded pet Eevee behaviour!
Apart from being so thick and fluffy, Eevee coats are also known for displaying a wide variety of patterns and textures! This is part of their famously flexible genetic code; input from an ancestor of a different species, or a different Eeveelution ancestor, or simply random mutations, occur with much greater regularity than with other species! A large part of showing Eevees, including for Contests, is leaning into this uniqueness- especially because, much to some people’s disgust, that genetic flexibility means that breeding any one feature true into the offspring can be extremely difficult!
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Thought I'd post these pics here too! It's finally sunny here so I let the curls out ☀️✨
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