West #7266
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credit to Felise Hello! My user here (and on Lioden) is West. I've also gone by Friday on other forums. I'm a literate writer/roleplayer who is honestly - despite my very human limitations - always looking for another storyline to throw a character into. I do work a full time job as a dog bather/groomer's apprentice, so I'm commonly gone between 9 AM - 6 PM EST. This is currently a WIP as I figure out what I want to go here. Current Obsession: Julie of the Wolves [trilogy] If you haven't read these novels and you are interested in very realistic wolf-pack dynamics mixed with a gorgeously written tale, then this is the story for you. It focuses on a young Inuit girl who somehow ends up surviving in the Arctic wilderness aside a pack of wolves - the third novel focuses almost solely on the wolves, and the whole series is absolutely incredible, despite their age. Highly recommend! |
Current Roleplays Prey - Lioden - Hazel Moreau I Am Legend - Discord - Katherine Gallagher The Exclusion Zone - Discord - Aylin, Arkin, & Holly |
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“The stars are brilliant at this time of night and I wander these streets like a ritual I don’t dare to break for darling, the times are quite glorious. I left him by the water’s edge, still waving long after the ship was gone and if someone would have screamed my name I wouldn’t have heard for I’ve said goodbye so many times in my short life that farewells are a muscular task and I’ve taught them well. There’s a place by the side of the railway near the lake where I grew up and I used to go there to burry things and start anew. I used to go there to say goodbye. I was young and did not know many people but I had hidden things inside that I never dared to show and in silence I tried to kill them, one way or the other, leaving sin on my body scrubbing tears off with salt and I built my rituals in farewells. Endings I still cling to. So I go to the ocean to say goodbye. He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head and though he said he’d come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one for I have used them myself and there is no coming back. Minds like ours are can’t be tamed and the price for freedom is the price we pay. I turned away from the ocean as not to fall for its plea for it used to seduce and consume me and there was this one night a few years back and I was not yet accustomed to farewells and just like now I stood waving long after the ship was gone. But I was younger then and easily fooled and the ocean was deep and dark and blue and I took my shoes off to let the water freeze my bones. I waded until I could no longer walk and it was too cold to swim but still I kept on walking at the bottom of the sea for I could not tell the difference between the ocean and the lack of someone I loved and I had not yet learned how the task of moving on is as necessary as survival. Then days passed by and I spent them with my work and now I’m writing letters I will never dare to send. But there is this one day every year or so when the burden gets too heavy and I collect my belongings I no longer need and make my way to the ocean to burn and drown and start anew and it is quite wonderful, setting fire to my chains and flames on written words and I stand there, starring deep into the heat until they’re all gone. Nothing left to hold me back. You kissed me that morning as if you’d never done it before and never would again and now I write another letter that I will never dare to send, collecting memories of loss like chains wrapped around my veins, and if you see a fire from the shore tonight it’s my chains going up in flames. The time of moon is quite glorious. We could have been so glorious.” ― Charlotte Eriksson | ||
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| Name | West |  |
| Pack | Avalik River Wolves | |
| Lead Wolf | Amaroq | |
| Joined | 2020-10-19 | |
| Last Active | 2022/12/26 20:59:29 | |
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