AND ᵗʰᵉᶰ ʰᵉ RAN

             The gravity, a weight that was far too heavy to bare. He hadn't the energy to pull himself up from the sullen mattress. There was an emptiness that bore deeply in the pit of his stomach. Where he was supposed to feel pain, there was nothing but a void. For endless days that dragged into weeks, weeks into months, he had scoured the lands until his paws should have fallen off. He had forgotten the taste of food on his palette, the sweet aromas that Mother Nature brewed everyday, and he missed the nights that he could dream of a place faraway. He missed being to dream at all but moreover, he anguished over memories that grew further apart from him everyday. Memories that started to feel like blurred and disfigured images that he couldn't quite discern. Mostly birds that flitted in his mind's eye, birds that were meant to resemble something and the names of people that were beginning to fall apart. Or was it that he was trying to forget? He didn't know what was true anymore. He didn't even know if what he was seeing was a hallucination fabricated from a greater desire that he refused to acknowledge.             It was difficult to believe that he was imagining Hikaru when he started to speak, a voice that pulled at the strings of memory. His broad countenance slightly twisted with agony and brows furrowed in suspicion. All this time he had yet to cross paths with someone familiar from his past. The image of a bat, unlike the birds that collected in his thoughts, played at the forefront of his memories. A confusing path that the two had trod, never quite settling or making amends to the conflicts that tailed after them whenever they crossed ways again. His ears unbeknownst to him had swiveled forward upon hearing his name and cranium then lifted when Hikaru spoke again. Earlier words that fell dead into the atmosphere didn't hold true to the way he was reacting.             '… you can hear me...' he repeated, voice softer than before. 'How are you here...?' Thoughts began to spill into the light without him being able to construe them before they fled into the open. 'Why—why are you here?' Wide, celestial hues continued to search Hikaru's. The touch of his hand earned the slightest pressure in return as he tilted into the palm. A low rumble started up in his throat against his will and as he pulled away, Gale's body reacted. Paws unfolded underneath and he rose up only to bump the crown of his cranium against Hikaru's chest. It had been an awfully long time since he had any form of contact and he wasn't too eager to let that go. '--if you're real, don' go,' he meant don't step away, afraid that if he did that he might wake from this dream even if he didn't dream anymore.             'I missed you, too,' thoughts slipped without his consent and his jaw locked at how that sounded. 'I mean—not... entirely missed you... 's...' he struggled to get his mind in order but the word LOST bit him into a silence. His body stilled until it eventually recoiled and he sat back on the mattress with a glassy look in his eyes.             'I don't know...' it was the truth as time became a matter that he didn't reckon with during his lonesome. ''m not... lost. I jus' decided t' exist here since no one will scream—no one comes here,” because it was far away from civilization. Any human that trekked this deep in the woods was only asking to be mauled by a bear or lose their way back home before nightfall.

            'I hope you aren' expectin' me t' be shocked t' see you again...           Rather color me shocked you didn' find me sooner,' he shifted on his heavy paws, side-eying the god before him. Whenever they met, there was something different. If it weren't for the celestial matter that kept Gale in a tip-top shape he would have been disheveled, starved, and bedraggled. Yet immortality, or death rather, did nothing to take away the sunken, diminished light in his eyes. Nothing could erase the past that he bore on his haunches or how lost he truly was. Holed up in the middle of nowhere, an abandoned house that barely held up against the weathers ever changing demeanor. Leaks dripped from cracks in the rooftop, the front door lost to the wilderness and gaping open to the deciduous woods, and Gale having made himself comfortable on a moldy mattress on the second floor.           'You... can hear me, right?' At a distance, he knew any mortal wouldn't hear or see anything other than a dangerous beast. But figured a god would be different.

OUT OF CATNIP. AYY guess who crawled out of his grave? anyway, just wanted to pop in here real quick to say, i’m missing this ol’ lil furball. i’m willing to give him another go--pick up where we left off. of course, that also means we’re wiping all old threads that were hanging out in space and to ensure he has a smooth transition with his reappearance, saying that he’s still walking among the dead as no other than the spirit snow leopard (thingy lol).  i did some MASSIVE clean ups in terms of unfollowing inactives, soft blocking, and more. if you do happen to find my blog again and see we aren’t following each other, don’t hesitate to follow me again. i’ll always peek at a blog to see what’s the dealio and refollow if i see potential to interact. as a heads up, pls don’t expect me to be extremely active. i am catering to two other blogs at the moment (feel free to message me if you’re interested in knowing them), working a full time career, and furthermore, planning on writing a series with one of my best buds in the near future~!

light:  yes  /  no heavy:  yes  /  no nipple clamps:  no  /  maybe  /  yes biting:  no  /  maybe  /  yes caning:  no  /  maybe  /  yes spanking:  no  /  maybe  /  yes scratching:  no  /  maybe  /  yes

         'Oh—Lazuli... Lazuli is someone I met before, he's... one of the seven sins but he's not a demon,' he lowered his haunches and sat before the raven. His cheeks still upheld by either of his hands once Archer had pulled from the embrace. 'I wasn' getting my muzzle too deep... even your palms feel like ice,' ears swiveled back when Archer tried to blow it off as no big deal. It really shouldn't have been a matter of conversation with the way Gale perched before him, the size of a horse and yet in a leopard's skin. Worse yet were the tendrils of pale jade vapor that curled from the corners of his eyes, off the patterns of his coat, and grew with any intense emotion that developed.         The request wasn't what he had expected of Archer but ears hung lower, his chest clenching as he recalled. '… that was my fault... he wouldn't have lost his arm because of me—his... ARM. YOUR ARM! HOW?! How did I not notice?! I was so caught up seeing you again—it's back? How?' In an instant he was back on his feet and nosing Archer's hand, a purr started to thrum in his chest—sheer excitement over the fact overwhelming his thoughts. If Archer ever wondered why he hardly spoke about himself, it was partially due to the fact he was always so focused on those before him. Yet, despite this he was never the keenest at perceiving them either.         Tail began to sway from left to right, almost wagging but it moved gracefully through the air as if moving through liquid itself. As if to regain composure, he forced himself to sit again and body restlessly shifted a few times as he tried to contain himself. The transparent fumes that rolled off of his form seemingly glowed brighter in the midst of his excitement but already, he was pulling himself together again. Ears flattening against his cranium just when he realized what else Archer had to say.         '… I missed you...                    We didn't touch all that much.                                     Or do you mean... head scratches ‘nd things?'         He shook his head to focus again, though his head lowered and guilt started to lace behind his pale peridot hues. The specks of luminescence somewhat dimmed as images played like clarity in his mind's eye. The duffle bag, Archer's arm, the panic that seared through him, the hospital and the stench of acrid medicine in his lungs, how he had not only failed Archer but another; a sunflower whose name was Zuri. Body shifted and he lifted his head higher, sullen look in his gaze as he looked upon Archer again. Thoughts steadied, he tried again.         'I missed both...                            but I wouldn't have wanted t' hang out with me either if I had been you.'

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          Heknew that of all the creatures, there seemed to be an awful lot hecould understand. More than he was willing to accept. Like thisparticular rodent, suddenly he was hearing what once was prey now thesize of his toe. He closed his eyes, letting it soak in the very factthat he was not what he once was a few months ago. “The woods aredangerous alone in th’ dark…‘nd I s'pose nothing would really want t’ approach a creature who’sgot ghostly vapor rolling off their shoulders,” he gave the mouse aquizzical look. “Except perhaps a mouse, whose name is…?” Hetried to prompt as tail seemingly floated against gravitational pull,curling from left to right in a languid manner.          “Lucky foryou, your kind don’t make much o’ a meal for me anymore… whatbrings you t’ the woods anyway?”