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#my art#my character#furry#fursona#wolf#soft#nature#blueberry barren#clay#cute#idk what else to tag this as its basically just subtle gay art
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i just saw someone say that faramir is infuriating because he's self-aggrandizing in claiming that he won't act in any way that doesn't befit his status, and on one hand - i understand the root of it? he does have a courteous, almost formal style of talking. he does openly claim that he would not take this mysterious power (before he knew about the ring) if it was on the highway. he agrees to denethor's characterization that he wants to appear noble like a king of old.
but on the other hand i'm straining at the bit to defend my baby because - infuriating?? when he lives up to the words he is saying?? when the text shows over and over that he's loved by his people, that he genuinely tries to live by those standards (and seems to succeed) - him not killing even animals unnecessarily, him riding back for his men. even his proclaimed dream to see gondor's tree bloom and peace restored, is supported by him seemingly making that transition from steward to king as smooth as possible?
maybe it's because i instantly liked him so much. it just caught me so off guard because this particular criticism never ever crossed my mind. so funny how people will interpret the same thing differently. to some internet user out there, his words are self-aggrandizing. to me, his words are straightfoward and supported by actions - dreamboat central.
Hi, anon! I'm pretty much with you on this one. I've seen the occasional post like that, and I can understand finding his style grating (though I personally love it) or disliking the general baggage associated with Tolkien's handling of Númenóreanness (there's a considerable degree of classism and racism built in to the presentation of Elves and peredhil/Númenóreans in LOTR in particular, while later texts like "The Mariner's Wife" are relatively more nuanced).
But the idea that Faramir is essentially just performing the appearance of high virtue as a sort of imitation of Númenórean cultural values without actually possessing those values or the virtues of the best of them just seems a profound misinterpretation to me. He has flaws, but he's not a hypocrite and he does not fail to live up to his presentation of himself at any point.
He's exactly what he appears to be, a stern and intelligent young man out of step with the current trends of his culture, who still cares deeply about his people and their allies. He's potentially highly dangerous in the way of Denethor and Aragorn, and like them, his personality is hard and unbending when it comes down to it, but he's also gentler than either—the combination of his willingness to act on the threat he represents if necessary and ethically justifiable, with a deep compassion and sympathy for others (even animals), is distinct and really interesting.
I think there's a very important distinction between Faramir performing virtue and gentleness and putting on the persona of a great Númenórean lord in times of peace, and Faramir presenting himself as he truly is and then suiting actions to words, despite the fundamental antipathy between his temperamental inclinations and the circumstances he's been placed in.
#anon replies#respuestas#legendarium blogging#legendarium fanwank#húrinionath#faramir#jewel of the seashore#long post#anghraine's meta#interesting that the character i find most akin to him in some ways is only very very distantly related: finrod#would rather focus on music and philosophy; very caught up in his own cultural values#stubbornly ethical and noble alongside wacky mental powers#would like to be on nature walks but instead is stuck in a devastating existential war#would definitely tear a wolf's throat out by his teeth if necessary#faramir is wiser and more empathetic than early finrod imo but idk there's an affinity there#the temperamentally gentle scholar who is nevertheless dangerous and fierce if forced into war is very much a tolkien archetype#tolkien-beloved i mean - but faramir is even more aspirational for tolkien specifically i think#while still vulnerable and capable of understated but brutal precision#despite the similarites between denethor and faramir i think denethor is more in the lines of the fëanor-túrin archetype#anywayyy
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Thinking abt how Will and Hannibal are like that old myth where you can cure a werewolf by calling it by its Christian name, making it remember that their true self is human. Except, with them, Hannibal saw Will for who he truly was, allowing him to become the monster he was on the inside.
#having half formed thoughts abt this#my articulatory process aint articulating rn#but idk theres just soemthing about media where becoming your 'best self' isnt the end goal#or idk its more about *what* we view as our best selves because often it is that which is most convinient to others#forever told to keep the wolf in your chest#the cage of your ribs#because to let it out would be unsightly#maybe thats why im so attched to the story where the wolf tires of sinking its teeth into its own flesh and turns savage#there is a sense of relief in giving into your nature#however unsightly#hannibal#nbc hannibal#hannibal nbc#netflix#hannibal netflix#will graham#hannibal lecter#revive hannibal#renew hannibal#hannigram#murder husbands#werewolf#myths#half formed thoughts
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If you reblog, put in the notes what color you would call it.
#monster high#monster high g3#clawdeen wolf#clawdeen wolf g3#polls#id in alt#been wondering for a while what people think#its on my mind cuz i just got her g3 doll with plans to reroot it#her hairstyle isn't great either which certainly doesn't help#i gave her a new style until i can afford to get the hair for the reroot and it made me dislike it a little less#tbh idk what color to call it#its kinda mauve...? but its also not that pink#it looks pink because of the magenta in her hair#it looks like she bleached her hair then dyed it pink and this is how it looks after the pink washed out#i would really like to know the designers thought process with her hair color because it doesn't even make sense in canon#her mom's hair was legit purple and clawdeen's looks like a washed out dye job but its somehow natural...?#i kinda don't want to include the indifferent option#but its a perfectly valid opinion to have on the matter
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what if I could predict death and you were my best friend and destined to die while trying to safe my life inspired by this fic
#My brother said it looked like Lydia had had a period accident😭 so naturally I killed him/j#Anyways yeah read the fic and didn’t stop thinking about it cause like idk I love using greens in lighting and environment and it fit prett#-well to this idea#The tiles are far from even but idc#Lydia martin#Allison argent#allydia#teen wolf#teen wolf fanart#Allison argent fanart#Lydia Martin fanart#Pzyii arts
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𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕣 ℍ𝕪𝕖𝕛𝕦 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ! 🩶
Mine - Do not repost!
#okay listen this one is a beat strange but hear me out NCBDJBSJD#Litten = Yeojin’s choice / Zangoose = Yves has a seviper they’re natural enemy my brain though it was a funny idea jcndjdnd#Bewear = she’s known for her strength and as cute as she and bewear are cute Bewear Pokédex entries says it can crush a spine#she’s also not a fan of cute things so I try to go a little bit baddass and seeing Elekid evolve into an electivire for 4 season an being a#and being a lil shit idk I thought it was a good choice I tried not to but I kept going back to it and the other 2 is vibe + Wold being her#also I said no more for today but technically we are tomorrow now and it means I made 4 ‘’today’’ and 4 tomorrow !#+wolf is her animal *#kpop idols as pokemon trainers!#Alex’s edits#hyeju#Olivia hye#son hyeju#son hyejoo#loona#loossemble#kpop#pokemon#kpop edits#Loona edits#loossemble edits#awekslook#leksietag#rhitag#forvy#userdoyeons#foraddy#useroro#usermairin#oorieri#hyeju edits
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giving my ldb a daughter. embarrassing for all involved. mostly me
#her mom is an orc and her dad is a wood elf so she's going to be a very pointy orc. angular#like ok i suppose i leaned a little heavy on the elf features but also shes 12. she'll develop more orcish features. Not My Fault 😐#mimiart#weird little girl who pretends to be a wolf -> actual werewolf pipeline#elder scrolls#skyrim#shes sooo sweet and smiley :) idk where that comes from. not either of her parents. neither a point for nature nor nurture#calling her Khara for now. might change idk#re: my caption its only embarrassing because of who she had the child with. he fucking sucks#but so does she which is why they get along and they make each other worse. but also sometimes better#whatever. they love each other and their weird kids#at first they said “no kids absolutely the fuck not” then they decided to adopt alesan because like. hes already pretty much self sufficien#like he had a job and everything right. this will be a breeze hes already pretty much a fully formed human we can just help him out#by letting him sleep in our house right. and then like not even a full year later uloth gets pregnant oops 😬#does anyone here know how to keep a baby alive. thankfully uloth has amassed basically a small village of followers/friends/housecarls#some more responsible and knowledgeable than others. so dw the kids are okay and not dead#they just keep the necromancy and shady black market trading and unethical experiments OUTSIDE THE HOUSE#tes#ocs#oc#khara has only broken her dads finger once. orc grip you know how it is#oh and his nose too. but he deserved it for stealing hers 😑 like what was she gonna do?? NOT steal his right back?? come on
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Linktober Shadow Day 6
Shadow Beast
The Twilight Princess fan in me really came out on this one huh? I blame the sleep deprivation. We never quite addressed the effects of the Twili Magic on Twilight and how it's only sheer force of will and the fact he's so darn kind, Midna's influence and Time teaching him the Song of Healing first being the main factor in making sure he doesn't fall huh? Even more so than the One Cutscene. We also need to talk more about the fact we technically kill Midna's people and how by the end of it all Twi is so changed by the Twilight Realm who's it's own can of worms that, much like Time he can't quite go home as himself me thinks, as a treat to myself
Mostly Twilight x Reader, this goes out to all of the folks who never quite recovered from Twilight Princess and the fact we never got that sequel (I mean it gave us BOTW and TOTK and Wild, but at what cost?), but can be read as Link x Reader either on the platonic or romantic.
Don't think there's any warning this time but might edit later if needed.
Actually yeah there is one warning
TW:
References to body horror typical to Twilight Princess, though I recommend not reading it I'd you're squeamish period.
Even after so long, you and Twilight could still remember the beauty and solemnity of the Twilight Realm, with it’s zircon skies with clouds of trapped fire and rains of viper obsidian.
The silence of the infection upon the realm of light broken only by the echoes of the howling elegy of the Twili and Interlopers who came before creeping over the land like rot and wither over flowers, the lament of the lost spirits of the people and animals of Hyrule falling over your spirit like a shroud, a shared hymm from two worlds reality had been twisted, only both of it’s princess, one filled the luster of empyreal sorrow in her mind and one with the scorch abyssal fury in her heart knowing to see the reflective tragedy befallen to their people. With Link as the one who restored the memory of what once was in both worlds as divinity and calamity sang in his bones and you a witness to the restoration of harmony to the discordant symphony, the two different songs of light and shadow refusing to let go of either of you in an eternal duet.
(Once touched by magic, it shall never leave the one if holds onto Twilight may have been the one with the Beast in his soul, with the howl of a wolf, the bite of shades in his veins and the lament of innocents taking precedence over anything purely because he learned how to silence the whispers of the one’s who made a grab for heaven’s throat and we’re pushed in the cracks of reality for their prideful vánitas even as he could taste it in the back of his tongue, twining around his ribs and overgrowing into his shattered mirror heart like vines, flowering with the divinity and eternal nature of the Hero’s Spirit, already having the hunt of the Fierce Deity in it’s veins and the remains of cursed divinity welcoming the new aspect merrily so he could bear it. The song of the innocent wrongly punished among the sinners rang into your mind, scratched at your skin and dug it’s claws around your throat, chocking you with sorrow and regret, more willing to leave gouges than to let go of someone’s who’s looked into the reverse side of the sacred realm and wept with grief for it’s people and the curse of it’s beauty.
It would never leave you, Link or Zelda, who learned who love the darkness the way Midna did, madness and unsightly delight and all.)
While the people of Hyrule merely became trapped as observers at best, if they were lucky, Midna’s raging grief and resentment quickly became obvious, once she revealed that rotten Zant had done to her and her people, twisted into a new form, distorted in body and trapped in mind like the animals and beasts of Hyrule, their pain driving them in becoming feral attack hounds for the usurper, their howling screams as much sorrow, wailing in an attempt to let their agonized, tortured souls to escape from it’s mouth, a futile attempt to flee from the strain of reality forgetting their true form in favor of Zant’s twisted design, of being used as sentient canvases for cruelty and ruthlessness, of their will being stepped over in favor of corrupting recreation.
Of how it only didn’t quaff down at Midna’s mind because of the nature of her ephemerality, fully beloved by the Realm of Darkness, of how she loathed him for it and wouldn’t wish her fate of that of her people’s on any living or dead soul, once she came to love the Realm of Light through Zelda’s sacrifice.
Which was why, when you saw three of the victims of the telltale twisting from darkness utilized with the intent to drive one insane, a familiar looking plate of stone engraved on the remains of ashes from their identity, the curling of distorted, solid darkness making crooked mishapen manes, bent out of shape from their too long torso and long, long arms adorned with twitching, deformed claws, you feel very justified in way your blood froze, holding onto Wild’s arms and yanking with all you had so his shot will miss, his yelp of surprise swallowed by the bone cracking, blood curdling screech from one of the beasts as a Skyward Strike grazed it’s petrified flesh.
You feel something warm drip down your ears, taste the promise of violence and the cry of lost souls on the back of your tongue and swallow it down as the memory of the Twilight Realm attempted to bite and crack your ribcage to quaff down your heart, to devour it bones and all, calling out in desperation, “Don’t! That’s a person!”
Sky freezes, as still as a statue, Legend curses the heavens crimson in a way you are so glad Wind isn’t around to hear as he retreats Twilight snarls, the wolf in him revolted and disgusted, you wonder if the Twilight is singing in his mind too as he restrains himself from reaching for the crystal as nails just a tad too sharp invite droplets of blood to one hand, grimm as a graveyard “We need to get them together anyway, felling just one won’t be enough.”
You grimace, releasing Wild, keeping your eye on the Shadow Beasts and another on your group, pointedly not mentioning the twitch in Four, amethyst clouding his gaze and the prism of his eyes turning gray with memories you and Twilight both knew all too well, of the grimace in Time’s otherwise stony countenance, you’d wished to avoid bloodshed of whoever was turned against their will, but you and Twilight both knew that might not be possible, death, unfortunately, might be the greatest mercy you can grant these poor souls.
(The Twilight is harmonizing in your ears, jeering, you feel the Interlopers insanity and the Twili’s lament on your teeth. As lovely as it could be cruel, the merry feeling upon meeting, the sorrow at a parting.
If you ever see the Shadow, you might just try indulging the echo by offering it’s blood as tribute. You'd make it hurt. The fact it learned the spell used to deform reality in such a way was cruel and vile.)
“Legend, how is your magic?” shoots Warriors, analyzing, calculating, it snaps the purple back into Four’s gaze, brings his mind back to focus as he reaches into his inventory for his Moon Pearl, Twilight is circling the beasts with single minded purpose, herding them together and prowling as he would as a wolf, Wild thankfully listened to your warning and had switched from the more destructive Flame and Lightning Arrows to ice ones. It doesn’t contain them for long but it gives a few precious seconds to strategize.
Legend catches on, switching to the Ice Rod on one hand and grasping his own Moon Pearl with the other, Sky has another Skyward Strike ready, but doesn’t release it, you switch from your sword to accepting a Magic Rod tossed at you from Wild, “Good enough.”
You breath in shakily, the symphony of the Twilight Realm has quieted, more lament than anthem as it’s Hero steps back, returning to your side, he nods grimly, “... Then, let’s end this quickly.”
You know your will boys will do their best to heal them, and failing that, you hope that they’ll hear the requiem of the Twili rather than the lament once they’re at peace, that they'll find some form of threnody.
It is a horrible thing, to be forced to die as a beast.
#linked universe x reader#linked universe twilight x reader#We really need to talk more about how the Twilight Realm sticks with Twilight and how it's magic never really leaves him#Heck I also want to know what it was like learning to turn into a wolf on his own. I bet that it was quite the process#friendly reminder that Time Twilight Midna and her people can all shake hands over identity and technical body horror#And how the Twilight Realm also likely has it's form of sentience due to the duality of both people like the Interlopers and the Twili#Something something how the difference between light magic dark magic is more about how willing much each reality changes you#and how Twilight more than anything and anyone who was with him on his journey would embody that fine line#Also the conflict between not wanting to kill the people that remind you of your old friend and the echoes all you have left of her realm#and knowing that their fate is so darn awful that death is a mercy#The reason Reader sees the Twilight as they do is because the dark magic latched onto them via association and Twilight's fondness#Maybe I'll elaborate on that later idk lol#Also the reason Dark Link knows the curse Zant used is both because of his nature and a reference to the TP Manga if you know you know#Hero's Shade mauls Zant in it. It's arguably the best thing in any manga I am begging any people who like Twilight and TP to go read it#summer writes linktober shadow 2023#summer writes#I could go on an entire essay about the relationship between the Realm of Darkness in each game and the Realm of Light and magic in loz#but I doubt anyone would want to hear about it lol
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myrcella baratheon, ward of winterfell.
cersei had told myrcella, warned her, that she would find no COMFORT in the cold -- not with these so called northern animals and their frosty natures. cersei said that myrcella belonged in the warmth and sunshine, under her wing. she was sure that her mother's heart would simply FAIL if she were to learn that not only was myrcella thriving in winterfell, but that she found in herself a desire to never want to LEAVE. even in their grief, she had seen the love that they all have for each other. sure, the starks and those who reside in the north might be just a tiny bit stiff, but there was a DEEP love and respect between them all that she has very rarely seen in the red keep. catelyn stayed by bran's side night and day -- would cersei do the same for her if she were hurt? did myrcella sit in her heart the same?
#her mother’s beauty & none of her nature. || visage#v. a lion in a wolf's den. || northern au#my edit.#idk ive been having ward of winterfell thoughts
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i hate to say it but it IS offputting when derek hale is happy
#im not saying he doesn’t deserve it. but it is against the laws of nature#if hes not suffering idk it just feels weird#text#teen wolf
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Wistfully thinks of Spellwind, I should make a headcanons up to ep 31 list its just my equivalent of like Skyrim or lotr where theres so much going on and so dense but god damn one of my favorite episodes was when two of my favorite characters became trees and the entire experience was like...they were tripping on shrooms but also one with the shrooms? Its like episode 8
and I love the dms orc captain that hates going on land and is there for the in between transportation from sea to sea land to land ferryman (not really I feel like its mostly hard to narrate and have a character at the same time) I just love captain buttocks' (yeah I'm pretty sure thats his name) humor and how him and djett ('jet') were closer in the beginning
I love ty and varsha together but I also ship smith with them as time went on, I can't tell who I want to joke as the third smith and varsha are friends to lovers, ty and varsha are irritated assholes to lovers, smith is just a jaded old fuck that loves his morons (he respects varsha a lot and thinks ty is an entertaining idiot)
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I feel like the only person really thinking too deeply about this tabletop story and wanted to drop a few lines of appreciation, I like listening to it to go to sleep since its so slow paced and gently spoken and the music and sound efx is so sweet
#spellwind#ttrpg#table story#homebrews are my favorite of genre of story telling right now#its what got me into midnight burger#Spotify knew what kinda creative storytelling I liked and said#pbbt here you go guy you need to listen to more audiodramas without the dice in the mix#the way podcasts can tell stories is so cool#dice rolling#describing everything thats going on in a natural dialogue so that it paints a picture for the person listening as if theyre part of it#like youre in the environment with them it was a really smart way to carve a story and narrative#wolf 359#wolf 395#idk off the top of my head I'm trying out a few episodes but I like how its a blend of that similar storytelling method but like also??#log entries and some conversation between characters which is mostly how midnight burger does it#aaaa I just love audiodramas#and tabletop actual plays#I want so badly to do ttrpgs but this is my live vicarious through the media I consume era until I can find ppl that wanna let me take try#and be a DM#I could totally make engaging stories like the things I listen to#its like execution of the stories that go on inside my head the tones the themes I wanna touch on the emotions I want to convey#at the same time theres a small part of me thats like mehh but they did it already but I can still share that vibe for people that either#have or haven't chewed up the same things I love over and over and over like a maniac#plus I still have my own take and taste and ideas its just a time and place thing#I have a trillion ideas written out I just have to sort them out and do some stitchwork on the canvas that is the blank page#embroidery on those sweet words and patchwork a story ive been brewing in mind#this is slightly a personal ramble about story making#and also a segway into a sideblog thats not 100% midnight burger#I wonder how this blog will evolve over time
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anyone who kills a wolf goes straight to hell
#these ranchers are fucking monsters#tbh if youre hunting for 'sport' ie hunting animals you dont eat for funsies and nothing else#you are going to hell#i do think hunting is fine humans are predators in our natural environments#but you dont see wolves randomly killing other predators for shits and giggles so why do we?#idk man ppl are sick#this was prompted by someone capturing a wolf taping her mouth shut showing her off while alive and then killing her#i hope that man rots.
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Brain says expand on the Umi Bozu crew and indulge in all the ridiculous dymanics that can come with it
Would make a great fanfic, brain says
Brain does not tell me how to do this, just that the vibes would be impeccable
Thank you brain, this is very helpful, I now get to sit here mad about it, appreciate it very much
#mononoke#mononoke 2007#mononoke anime#of course mononoke isn't an ensemble cast sort of show#but damn wouldnt it be fun if it could be#the first time i watched through the anime i thought the umi bozu crew was gonna be a staple#like kayo came back so these are definitely going to be recurring characters yeah#silly me silly me#i do love all the other arcs too of course#but umi bozu's always gonna win out for that 'ridiculous adventuring party gets put in Situations' vibe#ah but how to play around with that group more and also stay true to kusu's lone wolf (lone fox) nature and the heavy philosophical angle#idk#at least not yet#ill let the idea simmer and see if i come up with something#but damn if it doesnt sound like it could be fun...
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I had a conversation with a friend about how much I hate redeads and he genuinely thought I was typoing redheads for ten whole minutes and it reminded me of that post of yours (that I can't find again) 😂
- hero-of-the-wolf
Oooo an excuse to learn how to do links on tumblr
Link to the post
^^Did that work? If it did I'll add it to the other posts
And lol??? I'm imagining you talking about hating redeads' terrible scream that paralyses you for a few seconds- and your friend just nodding along like yeah I hate it when redheads do that.
Language mix ups are cool and your conversation story made me smile, thank you for sharing to me :)) As a redhead I am happy to be confused with a redead in conversation XD
#idk how your conversation exactly went but it sounds great#an easy mixup right? XD#especially when aided by autocorrect (<ugh)#my hairs naturally red when it's not dyed purple because purple#(I don't know if I made sense- if my words were mixed up I am sorry :P)#asks#a wolf friend
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Love over Law chapter 5
Series tw: animal death, violence, trauma, parental neglect
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Chapter 1 • Chapter 4
Once they were outside the tunnel, Wolfpaw tentatively mumbled, "Dawnfrost, can I ask you something?"
"What's troubling you?"
"I... I was thinking, my mother doesn't really seem interested in, well, being my mother. She's so... moody and disinterested. Why?"
Dawnfrost sighed heavily, wishing she knew how to answer the young cat's question, how to take the sting from her experience of being virtually rejected. Wolfpaw was bound to have asked this question sooner or later.
"Sparrowthorn... was never a very affectionate cat; it just isn't in her nature. She also didn't take too kindly to responsibility."
Dawnfrost paused, a guilty look crossing her face as she spoke of her daughter in such a way, to her kit no less. But the kit in question deserved an explanation.
"But beyond that, some things happened when she was younger that... changed her," she continued, more gently.
"She became more distant and reckless after that, until eventually she had all but cut ties with me. I worried, if I'm being completely honest, when I found out she was expecting kits. I wish things could have been different for you, but what Sparrowthorn went through, the choices she made, they were beyond my control- some of it remains even beyond my knowledge. I'm sure it's hard to understand, but I want you to know that it has nothing to do with you. It's not your fault, and the rest of the clan and I love you very much."
Wolfpaw's ears were low, her golden eyes downcast. She knew Dawnfrost was trying her best to make her feel better, and she was grateful, but she still felt as though she had more questions than answers. Questions that were heavy in her chest and left a sour taste in her mouth, like some part of her knew the answers might be just as painful as the not knowing.
"Thanks, Grandma," she murmured, nonetheless, slowly sweeping her tail back and forth. She nuzzled her head against the older she-cat, who whispered, "Anytime you need to talk, or have questions to ask, I'm here, okay?"
Wolfpaw nodded, her nose touching Dawnfrost's so the elder could sense the motion. Against her will, she yawned. She couldn't help it; the sun had sunk below the horizon, and she had had an exhausting day. Dawnfrost huffed in faint amusement. "You must be tired, young one. Why don't you go to the apprentice den and rest, maybe talk to your friends before dinner?"
"Okay," came the sleepy response. "Goodbye, Dawnfrost."
"Goodbye, my little warrior."
Wolfpaw trudged over to the stack of hollow logs used by the apprentices as a den, her drowsiness fading as she realized she was about to spend her first night sleeping here instead of in the nursery.
This den wasn't the same as it had been when the elders were young; she had known it had been replaced, but now she was fairly sure she knew why.
The old one must have been torn up by that fox.
She was wondering where the clan had found all the hollow logs when she was startled to see a head poking out of one of them. She quickly recovered though as she recognized her friend; Fawnpaw had been waiting inside to greet her.
"Hi, Fawnpaw."
"Hey Wolfpaw!" the perky young she-cat called. "Welcome to the apprentice den! I already set up your new nest; it's beside mine in this log up here. I hope that's okay."
"That's great, thanks!"
"So, how's apprenticeship treating you?"
"Today was pretty easy; I practiced stalking and cleaned out the elders' bedding. But Duskstar says my training will get harder and harder, so they can make sure I'm 'fully prepared for the challenges I will face in the difficult life of a warrior.'" She did her best to imitate the solemn tone her mentor had used.
"Yeah, that sounds pretty similar to my first day. I think they tell all the apprentices that," Fawnpaw giggled.
"What's so funny?"
"Well, it's a rather dramatic way to put it, isn't it? And as far as I've seen, it doesn't really get that much harder, as long as you pay attention and do as you're told. I bet you'll ace your training, Wolfpaw. You're good at everything."
That got a smile.
"Thanks, Fawn."
The light brown she-cat slowly swished her tail for a moment, thinking.
"So, hey, you want me to give you the tour?" she asked.
Wolfpaw tilted her head and responded, "Sure."
"All right, come on then!"
Fawnpaw leapt down from inside her log and beckoned Wolfpaw to follow her. She circled around to the end of one of the bottom logs of the stack, peering into its dark interior.
"This is where Splinterpaw sleeps; he wanted a log to himself, something about personal space. Kinda stinks for Claypaw though, he would have liked having a... logmate? This one here is his," she pointed at the log next to Splinterpaw's with her nose.
"It gets a little more sunlight. I think Splinterpaw likes the darkness in his, but Claypaw prefers the warmth. It's really nice how there aren't too many apprentices; we each got to choose whichever log we wanted. Anyway, I've been saving a spot for you in my log since we moved in. I think Claypaw was hoping Lilacpaw could share his den, but, well, she's the medicine cat apprentice, so, that's not gonna happen. Kinda sad, I guess. We were both looking forward to you two moving in with us."
Wolfpaw froze.
"Wait, Lilacpaw won't be in the apprentice den?"
Fawnpaw tilted her head, meeting her younger friend's concerned gaze.
"No, silly. Don't you know? She'll sleep in the medicine den with Canyonbreeze," she explained.
"Oh," Wolfpaw muttered, her bushy black tail drooping sadly.
"Yeah, it really sucks," added a voice from behind them.
Wolfpaw whipped her head around to see Claypaw padding over to join the two she-cats. His chipper attitude from before was gone; he seemed pretty upset that he wouldn't be seeing his friend as often as he had hoped.
Wolfpaw knew how he felt. She and Lilacpaw had grown up together. Her mother, Silverbreeze, had been a major part of Wolfpaw's upbringing, and the two kits had come to be more like sisters than just denmates. She sighed, realizing that, for the first time in her short life, she wouldn't be sharing a den with the small gray-and-white cat.
"Hey, cheer up," Fawnpaw said comfortingly, noticing her friend's saddened state. "You've still got us, remember? And it's not like you can't see her everyday. She just won't be sleeping in the same place as us."
"Yeah... I guess you're right."
"Of course I am. Now come on," she said, brightening. "It's time for the clan to eat dinner, and you get to join us and pick your own prey for once!"
"All right, I'm coming. Hey! Wait up!"
Fawnpaw had already turned around and raced toward the center of camp, glancing back as if daring the others to try to beat her to the clearing.
Oh, that's how you wanna play it, huh? Okay, I'm game!
Wolfpaw gathered her legs beneath her and threw herself forward, ignoring the prickle of apprehension in the back of her mind and taking off after Fawnpaw. She shortened the gap between them, her paws flying across the rocky ground. At last she caught up, skidding to a halt just as they reached their destination. It felt unpleasantly familiar.
"Whoa," Fawnpaw panted. "You're still faster than me? Like I said, good at everything."
Wolfpaw, trying not to let her thoughts wander to past races, glanced around at the gathered cats. She saw her mentor sitting across the clearing; with a nod to her fellow apprentices, she dashed over to Duskstar's side.
"Greetings, Wolfpaw. Did you tend to the elders' bedding as you were told?"
The little she-cat dipped her head respectfully. "Yes, Duskstar," she answered.
"Good," the blue-gray tabby purred. "I thought as much. Well, now that your duties for the day are done, you may select something from the fresh-kill pile for dinner."
Wolfpaw padded slowly to the boulder in the center of the clearing where warriors deposited the fruits of their hunts throughout the day, letting her gaze drift over the warriors around her.
Almost everyone was there, except Canyonbreeze and Lilacpaw, who were still in the medicine den, and Goldenbrook, whose minor wounds they were tending. The she-cat had tripped over some rocks while hunting and had scratched herself up. Nothing serious, but she had gone to get checked over just in case.
There was one other cat missing, however. One warrior was unaccounted for, and this particular cat's absence stood out to the young apprentice.
Where are you, Sparrowthorn?
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Chapter 6
#love over law#LoL Secrets (arc 1)#warrior cats#warriors#wc fanfic#my writing#i hope you can feel the tension rising#and the suspense building#i had to do a good bit of reworking for this chapter#to make the dialogue between wolf and dawnfrost feel a little more natural#hope that shows#also#i do have a backstory standalone thing planned for sparrowthorn#to give a more in depth explanation of like#why she is the way she is#but its pretty dark and potentially very triggering#so idk if i should publicize it or not#wdyt?
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on this laptop is some old near art from hs/college and augh them...
#i can tell the person walking in front of Caleb was meant to be jerric bc the color of his lab coat is a super pale green#also honestly shout out to 2016 me for putting cord in a postal worker uniform SEVEN YEARS BEFORE I DECIDED TO MAKE RESTORATION#A DELIVERY/POSTAL SERVICE#GIANT BRAIN MOMENT FROM TEENAGE ME#i am however deducting points for not making Jerric fatter until a few years ago#also jerric was assigned a fursona at work he's actually a wolf jsyk#idk unrelated to the tag tangent but related to some of the art#veneer has always had a big theme (?) of like. the horrors of a corporation owning you#esp when you don't have a choice#jerric is a huge part of that in 2 ways#his implants are crestfall tech (that HE designed and THEY own) which they can just turn off at any time#(he's so lucky being the one who designed them because what abt the people who CAN'T PERFORM THEIR OWN MAINTENANCE)#and he needs that job to because of his daughter (like he literally sold his freedom to CF to ensure her safety n livelihood)#all of them were specially chosen and their families allowed entry to the bubble cities by basically selling themselves#to the corporation in order to ensure their families would be able to live safe and happy lives not constantly under threat of#mutated wildlife trampling their homes or the fear of corporate wars destroying their hometown (oh hey Julian when did you get he-) or#natural disasters from the fcking climate crisis or the alien technology that eats people THE LIST GOES ON. THE WORLD IS IN RUIN.#POINT IS THEY SIGNED A CONTRACT ESSENTIALLY SELLING THEMSELVES TO THE CORPORATION IN ORDER TO ENSURE THEIR FAMILIES WERE SAFE#BUT THE ISSUE WITH THE BUBBLE CITIES IS THAT LIKE. THEY'RE ALL JUST WHITE SUBURBAN TOWNS. HELLSCAPE AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE#LITERALLY THEY'RE JUST CULTURE BLACK HOLES IN ORDER TO BE MARKETABLE. THAT IS KARAN'S STORY#so THEN the biggest theme of veneer is the art of being consumed#that is why the portals have teeth and [turn you into the funny fungus] eat you alive#there u go. now everything makes sense forever#i gotta draw more trains#veneer#cruddy rambles
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