‘ PM. 💢

the event closes in.

of the howl, and in turn- him. The only thing running through your mind was the ways you could get him. Make him see your rage has no boundaries. That revenge has been your goal, your self-claimed purpose. You want him to see you attack head-on, to see the look of savage hatred in your eyes.

Everything moves slow, dragged out as you turn your head in the direction of the sound. Pushing yourself away from the last place you had been desperately tearing your claws into. Hopeless searching suddenly having a break.

Wasting time was not the option as you moved quickly in the direction

touch with those around you on deeper levels, more intimate emotional ties have started to dwindle. You can’t really blame those who have decided to distance. You’re disgusting.

All your thoughts are focused on searching when the sudden breaking of a distant howl enters your ears.

All the feelings, emotions, thoughts and dreams you had. Replaced with unadulterated hatred for one single person. It’s hindered your true relationships with others, and you think many bridges have been burned because of it- and yet you struggle with feeling any grief for it. You know you are losing

anyone that sees your desperation for this one thing. Is it even worth it after so long? Is there really any reason to continue striving for a feeling of satisfaction from such a petty goal?

In your mind this is all worth it. All the desperation. All the anger, rage, yearning for bloodshed.

It’s been long. Too long. Countless hours spent searching, from one end of the land and space to another- tearing apart anything and everything that gets in the way of avenging something that settles deep inside.

You’re reckless at this point, sloppy and probably more than pathetic appearing to

you have a sword. targeting his abdomen as you quickly advance in his direction. woof.

YOU ARE. APPROACHING. WITH SPEED.

you suddenly remember where the rage is inside you, and you are ready for a scuffle.

you smile in a fond and reassuring way, you understand his worry and calmly explain you really did not believe some of them- simply because of how outlandish they seemed.

but you also say you believe he can do great things, and wouldn’t have been surprised if some turned out true.

you open your arm, and beckon him to hide at your side.

you begin to wonder when he had the time for these things…

you are impressed by all his achievements.

oh my, you say, eating a nugget with the lingering taste of the many pistachios you ate before.. 💧

you are bashful at receiving the spoils of his endeavors, and take the nugget with pleasure. though you suppose a single pistachio does not compare to a whole nugget..

give him some more, just to make it more balanced.

oh! there is your cherished friend. perhaps he wants a pistachio.

must have been the wind.

what was that?

you have been very quietly opening pistachios and discarding the shells into a small pouch.

leWHAT

💔

i should have posted it first im so mmad

you fucking thief

newfound leash on you.

moments ago you were TOTALLY fine without having walkies, but now that you get them— you are beyond yourself!

oh! you are taken aback at his quick thinking and craftiness to convert the sash into a leash. it almost makes you laugh- okay, no, you definitely laugh. its so outrageous you can’t help yourself now.

you lean forward and tilt your head, as if to say ‘go on’ and allow him to place this

a fond expression, nose slightly scrunched, and you nod at him. even letting the fluff soft surface of your forehead bump into him. you hope he understand you are not as upset as you played out to be.

you reassure it is okay! you really do not need a walk right now anyway, as it is far too late to do such a thing.

placing your hand on his head as well, before you crouch down in a very modest way to get to his height.

stares into the distance, pensive as ever.

you say it’s alright, you don’t need walkies.

siiigh…