Wolven Den

*waves as draggy comes in bearing even more meds and stuff*

Not gonna be here long...dizzy spells and shaky typing skills.

But thank you for checking on me...

*Covers mouth, coughs*

Drags the kitten weak wolf into a secluded corner and pampers her. Wraps her in a duvet, doses Luna with dragonrazor's cold remedies and supplies her with ultra-soft tissues before giving her a gentle massage.
 
She sighs as she walks in the Den, having a busy day. She saw the tissues around, the little pieces of choklate, and other cold remedies scattered around, and nodded. She would fix something up-- perhaps a bit of chicken noodle soup, some of the tea Draggy left, and other things.

She picked the things up, putting them in one big basket, labeled, Sick Days, and placed in by a nearby pillow, then busied herself cleaning and disinfecting the place as much as she could. She wiped the floors while the food was cooking, and once everything was done, she wiped sweat off her brow, biting her lip and nodding at her accomplishment, and wiped her hands, before walking towards her room with the door open.


A Note? For me?

She read it silently to herself, and bite her lip in anticipation, nodding. She would craft up a reply to all her threads, plus his note, as she walked into her room, leaving the door open for visitors.
 
She sighs as she walks in the Den, having a busy day. She saw the tissues around, the little pieces of choklate, and other cold remedies scattered around, and nodded. She would fix something up-- perhaps a bit of chicken noodle soup, some of the tea Draggy left, and other things.

She picked the things up, putting them in one big basket, labeled, Sick Days, and placed in by a nearby pillow, then busied herself cleaning and disinfecting the place as much as she could. She wiped the floors while the food was cooking, and once everything was done, she wiped sweat off her brow, biting her lip and nodding at her accomplishment, and wiped her hands, before walking towards her room with the door open.


A Note? For me?

She read it silently to herself, and bite her lip in anticipation, nodding. She would craft up a reply to all her threads, plus his note, as she walked into her room, leaving the door open for visitors.

*slips in and nibbles a kitty*
 
awakening in the RW, I find myself pampered, coddled and loved here. I catch the passing scent of a Gutter Goddess, the fire of a draggy, the soft kitten smell of a neko and the strong spice of Soru. There is also the fading fragrance of a sweet little slut who wrapped me up and cuddled me. I see cookies and a note and smile as I make my way to them. The grin gets bigger and then fades. Time to journal, I think.

6/23/11

Ah, it has been a little over 10 days and I am finally regaining my equilibrium. I hadn't ever thought I would give up or walk away from a friendship, before. Especially one that seemed deep, abiding. I now know that there are things I will not forgive, even if I want to. Betrayal of any sort is a trust breaker. I feel/felt betrayed. I no longer do but that is only because I refuse to let some relative unknown destroy the happiness I have managed to salvage in the last few months. Doesn't matter that some of the happiness was a direct result of that person's intervention. Betrayal destroys trust and without trust, what is there?

Even so, I miss the easy camaraderie. But it is what is, and there is nothing to regret on my end. I tried to the best of my ability to forgive what others would see as a minor thing. It wasn't minor to me...and if things had been any other way or reversed, it would not have been minor to my ex friend either. That is the truth. Or at least, it is the truth that I see. I can't go back, nor do I want to. I just...miss my friend. I will get over it.

Funnily enough, the bone of contention means far less to me than my friend does. Probably because that betrayal was far more hurtful. It doesn't matter. There is a reason I pulled away and stayed away. There is a reason I blocked and iggied and flat out refused to acknowledge that they exist in my world. They no longer do. I cleared the things that needed to be cleared in the letter I wrote, I worked through the bitterness in the meditations that I have done. I wrote a prayer, a ritual, to be free of it...and I am, for now. If I have to look upon them? I might not be. The gods would not expect my charity to go any farther than it has.

If they did? It would be beyond me to give it. Even so, I miss my friend.

The good things have managed to outweigh the bad, though. My daddi, has come to my play space to see what I do. I have NO secrets of that sort from her. I wouldn't know how to go about beginning to KEEP any secret from her. She suits me, down to the ground and for the most part, I am content with my life.

The depression comes and goes, like a wave, but the down ward spirals are fewer and not as long as before. I think the meditation and the cutting away of stress is helping. Now if only I could kick my icky caffeine habit!! Driving is starting to get easier. And my daddi is a very good teacher. I would just like to learn faster is all, so i can drive us around when we go out.

Anyway, that's it from the Wolfling. Will write more soon.
 
She yawns as she walks out of her room, seeing Daddi about she smiles weakly.

Hi Msz Luna. I hope you're feeling better. I'm about to head out, if I can get any sleep.
 
The journal is closed and put away. The threads that I had ideas for are finished. Tamika is being difficult because she is a horny slut! I will work on her sometime tomorrow I think, when my brain has had more rest and every word doesn't feel like a lie...or like i am trying to craft a response instead of letting the muse ride me as she wants.

I relax then, in the silence of my Den and allow my mind to wander. Eventually, my eyes drift shut. Sleep. The healer of broken hearts and ravaged brains. Sleep. The thing that keeps us men...and NOT raving beasts.

Eyes pop open as I debate that thought. I snatch my notebook up and jot down a sentence to be remembered upon awakening.


Love in a dream is still love~and makes fools of mortals. Desire is the puppet master. Dream? He is the stage, the setting, the audience.

I wonder? Could i do a thread of the Endless?
 
Blows sleepy kisses to my kitteh...

Rest pretty kitteh. I am still very sick...but I thank you for cleaning up my Den for me.
 
She shrugs.

No problem, Msz Luna. I don't mind. You are sick after all, and I would do it anyway.

She smiles blowing a few kisses right back.

I hope you feel better soon Msz Luna. I made some soup for you, if you'd like.
 
The journal is closed and put away. The threads that I had ideas for are finished. Tamika is being difficult because she is a horny slut! I will work on her sometime tomorrow I think, when my brain has had more rest and every word doesn't feel like a lie...or like i am trying to craft a response instead of letting the muse ride me as she wants.

I relax then, in the silence of my Den and allow my mind to wander. Eventually, my eyes drift shut. Sleep. The healer of broken hearts and ravaged brains. Sleep. The thing that keeps us men...and NOT raving beasts.

Eyes pop open as I debate that thought. I snatch my notebook up and jot down a sentence to be remembered upon awakening.


Love in a dream is still love~and makes fools of mortals. Desire is the puppet master. Dream? He is the stage, the setting, the audience.

I wonder? Could i do a thread of the Endless?

Oh. My. God. I would love, love, love a Sandman-inspired thread!!!! Even if I only got to read it.....I love that series, the entire thing....
 
Oh. My. God. I would love, love, love a Sandman-inspired thread!!!! Even if I only got to read it.....I love that series, the entire thing....

I have all of them, including the two graphic novels that center around Death...*happy sigh* The problem is I don't know how many other people would be as into it as i am...

*le sigh*
 
I would be curious about a thread where the Endless were actually played.
I'm not sure I'd play, but i would be curious.
 
Wanders into my den and flops down onto a near by cushion. Serious debate concerning posting today...not sure my brain could take it. Just finally starting to feel better. Maybe tomorrow evening, while I am at work.

A wide grin, eyes closed in silent bliss. This is home for me...and the people that mean something to me? They know it. I don't NEED anything else. This is home and it is good. Brain drifts to Count Zero by William Gibson...am only missing 3 books and i will have everything he has written. Happy grin that fades, like a time lapse photo...

Soon, I will be ok, more than ok, great. Maybe....


Sunrise or sunset
are just those times dividing
endings, beginnings.
 
Wanders into my den and flops down onto a near by cushion. Serious debate concerning posting today...not sure my brain could take it. Just finally starting to feel better. Maybe tomorrow evening, while I am at work.

A wide grin, eyes closed in silent bliss. This is home for me...and the people that mean something to me? They know it. I don't NEED anything else. This is home and it is good. Brain drifts to Count Zero by William Gibson...am only missing 3 books and i will have everything he has written. Happy grin that fades, like a time lapse photo...

Soon, I will be ok, more than ok, great. Maybe....


Sunrise or sunset
are just those times dividing
endings, beginnings.

*nibbles a Luna*
 
I have all of them, including the two graphic novels that center around Death...*happy sigh* The problem is I don't know how many other people would be as into it as i am...

*le sigh*

I count 3, including yourself. I think this could be an interesting concept...or the start of one...
 
*pats his lap for the bunny, as well as for the Neko who he knows is floating around somewhere*
 
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