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Z3R0

wow. it has been.

awhile.

hi, everyone. im slowly regaining some muse back (motivation as a whole).

this is a general message for all my accounts, but ill try what i can to get back into writing today. very sorry for dropping off for a long time.

Z3R0

im currently going through the motions of a breakup, which definitely is another wall for motivation

im be back soon once im collected and back in a stable mind

Z3R0

i am experiencing such an intense bout of writers block. i really do not know what is causing it, apologies for any delayed responses, i am trying my best

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𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑡
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Valentines?

. . .

Usually, days like these bring excitement, but she can only shudder at the thought.

Nothing was the same anymore.

Z3R0

sorry for lack of activity. ive been in a lot of physical pain and attempting to lock back into uni. apologies.

Z3R0

!!!

There seemed to be a dust cloud, small, not likely caused by wind, but rather. . . activity. A large mass of activity.

“ . . . son of a bitch. . . ” She mumbled, a hand propping her head up to gaze rather. . . irritatingly at the oncoming band of vehicles.

“ Can’t say I’ve ever actually seen the Birds themselves fly, not like animals. “

Annnnnd that in of itself was a confusing topic, not one she ever paid mind to.

Laika’s ears twitched, then twitched again. She slowly turned her head, viewing the wasteland opposite from Harpuia.

—>

“ I ain’t shot you yet, which means I know you ain’t a Bird.

Unless it just so happens that the hatchlings don’t sprout beaks later on in life. ”

Killing the engine with a switch, she continued sitting on the back, leaning forward as she supported herself on the handle bars.

—>

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘋𝘪𝘦𝘴

ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴇ

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜs ᴀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ

gripping tightly, as another leg reared over the opposite side of the bike, kicking down on the starter as it roared to life.

“ And she’s damn fast, too. Durable. No amount of damage will keep her down. ”

Ironic.

“ Built it from spare parts and the like. My mother helped me. . . as in she called me names and insulted me while I struggled. ” Laika nearly chuckled, albeit not finding it very funny herself.

“ It’s. . . special to me. More than a bike. ”

One of her hands reached towards the handlebars,

—>

her eyes returning to Harpuia.

“ Is there any specific reason you’re coming around these parts? Does it have to do with this so called resistance?

Perhaps I can provide assistance, if it ensures my people’s safety. ”

“ I’m sorry to hear that, and I understand how it feels. ”

The coyote turned, a foot tracing after another as she approached her bike.

A bike made of bones, the bones of her grandmother, said to hold the same curse as Laika.

Her foot propped itself up over the side of the vehicle,

—>

Z3R0

fuckin hell mate why not

Z3R0

oh i am EATING GOOD tonight

quiet growls exiting her muzzle after every other word.

“ I’d say our goals are similar. I fight for the survival of my people. You fight for the survival of ‘hugh-mens’.

Can’t say I have the authority, that goes to the Elder, but I’d broker an agreement. ”

The coyote sighed, her hand falling back to her hip as she eye’d the newfound acquaintance before her.

“ The Birds don’t like us. Or anyone that isn’t a Bird. Call ‘em fascists, imperialists, xenophobes.

They kill my people, take from us, bleed us dry. ”

She spoke with conviction,

—>

“ Like I said before, you can kill me; you just won’t like what happens. ”

Laika appeared to crack a smile, partly joking about such a topic.

“ It’s a pleasure to meet you, Harpuia.

I respect your cause, for what it’s worth, situation here isn’t much different. ”

—>

Z3RP

the weekend comes, i intend to rot properly

“ Laika. " She answered sternly, giving a short nod.

Her right hand extended out, offering a gesture of peace. For once.

“ And. . . sorry for the hostilities. Can’t trust anyone, especially strangers being close to Where We Live.

I trust you are. . . coming with good intentions. ”

to keep going after losing so many children.

The curse, or blessing as Maya would call it, was the sole reason.

Or perhaps. . . she felt herself a bad mother?

Her eyes looked at the dead ground for a moment, before turning back to listen to their question.

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