Nothing bad had ever happened to him. He was lucky enough for that, to be an adult and have not a care in the world. Unfortunately, bliss was short-coming for him, regardless. There was a constant ache in the back of his mind that screamed "IMPENDING DOOM" and it terrified him. Sometimes he was so painfully lonely he cried into the water, but never understood why. He was loved; he was protected. Friends seemed oddly hard to come by, however. Seeing the life-long friend he'd had was very rare, these days. So, today, he found himself back where he was born, eyes and stone gleaming brightly against charcoal fur.

Would he be here? Time would have to tell, as the wolf heaved a big sigh while looking around the central part of Origin. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually been here. Maybe that was the problem? Whether it was or not, he threw his head back anyway, a long howl calling to any familiar faces that might be in range. The sound echoed painfully loud, making even Menzier flinch a little. Only time can tell.

As he waited, he attempted to distract himself. While wandering, he tried to spark the life of his rarely-used gem, hoping to clear his path as he walked... something like a badass would do. All the wolf managed was a heap of frustration on top of his existing stresses. Still a pup at heart, he chose to relieve some of his tension on water, splashing in it. At some point, something bright caught his eye, halting the pawing into the water. Eventually he found what caught his eye; his reflection. The first time he'd actually ever seen it.

"Is... what is that?" he stumbled, staring at the big green mark slightly above and between his eyes. "I look... I'm a monster."

Just like that, a whole new problem rose it's ugly head. Now he was self-conscious, fearing the sight of a third eye was why he was so lonely. Maybe it took up space from his brain and it made him stupid and sad. Anxieties poured in like the fog in Cetus, quickly sending the wolf into hyperventilation whilst tripping over himself to get onto dry ground. What a mess he'd become. He didn't understand how or why, all he knew is he hated how he felt and desperately yearned for the one face he'd always know.

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"Speech."

OOC: Hurray.
Tag: @Damian

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While the caves were slowly coming back to life from the deep slumber that had more or less put most, if not all, gembounds into a great sleep there was on in particular that seemed to slumber even longer. High above Polaris, tucked away into a ledge on the spire a beast continued to sleep. Crimson leathered wings wrapped easily around his frame, blocking the lights from his view which ultimately kept him in a state of darkness. Though his world of dreams and rest would soon be disturbed. Something shifted and filled him through tendrils of a link not felt for some cycles now. It stirred him, shifted his dreams as legs and arms began to unravel and shift into a better position. At first it was full of a pup's joy. A joy that only seemed to last for a brief moment before it all changed. Emotions flared and words filled his head.


'...a M̳̱̰̯̿̍̾̃͊̀̇͞o̵̶̩̳̖̾̃̀n͎̠͉̮̬͕̞̓̒͐͑͂̋̓ͪͅş̫̗͍̪̫͚̻͇̫̂ͭ̋̿̔̍̕ṭ̦͌̿ͪ̊ͮ̉͒́͘e̪̫̗̫̠͚ͯ͊͂͋̊̃͠ř͈̤̹̝̝̹ͧ̐̾͌ͯͯ͘͢....'


The words repeated in his thoughts, over and over until suddenly it felt like he got punched in the gut by knee crippling anxiety. Amber eyes flew open wide, iris' sliding into slits as his nose quickly wrinkled into a snarl. Wings snapped open, flaring out to stretch and prepare themselves for flight should it be called for. Damian rose, pushing himself up into a sitting position as his legs now draped over the ledge of the spire. Bleary eyes searched the area down below and for a moment it took him a moment to spot the creature.

Still groggy from his slumber Damian took a moment to realize that Menzier was not in any kind of danger, but rather...- It seemed those emotions were directed mostly towards himself. A frown marred over Damian's muzzle before he shook himself. Quickly he reached his arms above his head and gave a large stretch, his wings spreading out as far as they could reach before the lycanthrope quite literally slipped off the ledge. It took no hard feat for Damian's wings to catch the wind and carry him down towards the river.

He landed heavily on his pawed feet before just blatantly dropping himself back onto his haunches to sit just before Menzier as the wolf eventually pulled himself from the water. "A monster...are ya?" He yawned as he slouched forward, lazily dropping his arms into his lap. It would be a lie to say Damian wasn't happy to see Menzier. Though, he was curious to know just how long he'd been asleep. He didn't remember Menzier being so big.



"Speech" 'Thoughts'
'FROMMenzier' 'TOMenzier'


Words:Words
Tags: @Menzier
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The sound of limbs catching air didn't register, initially. Not until he watched Damian land right in front of them, then plop onto his haunches. He blinked, mind drawing a blank before it really dawned on him, the familiar voice clicking that least piece in. In an instant, his ears were dropped down, tail wagging low and hard, making his rump wiggle. He licked at Damian's mouth, instinct overcoming sentient rational. Puppiness overcame him again, the whole monster thing dissipating.

"Where have you been?" he yelped, plopping onto his butt with a head tilt. Then, he squinted and got an accusing tone, "How come you never told me I have three eyes?!"

All this time and he just comes in, instantly knowing his mind. Menzier still hadn't actually figured out what had happened when he was a mere bouncing spring of a pup. He just knew that he had a connection with this big brute. One that gave him butterflies, these days. He scooted closer to Damian, considering the idea of crawling into his lap. Would he still be allowed to do that as an adult?

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"Speech." Thoughts.
"To Damian From Damian

OOC: words
Tag: @Damian

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If it had been any other gembound that had greeted him in such a way he probably would have stared at them like they were retarded. But it wasn't. This was his Mwnzier. A deep rumbling filled his chest as the now fully grown wolf greeted him and he reached his paws up and gave a good patting to the brutes sides. As Menzier sat back and finally spoke asking first where he had been only to follow it up with one more.

A brow lifted at the inquiry about a third eyes before he gave a deep chuckle. "I have been sleeping. And that, my little pup, is not a third eye," he spoke as he lifted his hand and tapped one single Claw against the gem on Menzier's forehead. "It is your Gem," he tapped it a couple times before he moved and displayed his own multicolored gem just on his hip. "It have one too, if you have never noticed," he chuckled lowly again as he watched the wolf scoot closer to him. He could feel the pups emotions and knew what was going in in his mind. It was amusing to Damian and he did not wait a moment later to gasp his arms around the brute and pull him right into his lap. "What have you been doing?"

In one fleeting moment, as Damian gave him information about the gem whilst touching it, he felt every ounce of his breath fade from his lungs. He didn't particularly pay much mind to Damian showing off his own gem, even less so as those arms snagged him. The wolf's tail wagged so hard it was nearly a functioning propeller, tongue hanging from his mouth all the while. Menzier was overjoyed to have his favorite - and only - friend back.

"I missed you. You were gone for so long... but I stayed here. I stayed safe."

All at once, his mood shifted again. He curled up in Damian's lap, one eye peeking upward at the face of the anthropomorphic canine. The familiar scent brought back familiar memories of an innocence he clung to, even if it wasn't truly there anymore. He wouldn't know whether he did or didn't. All he knew is he had an overwhelmed heart that had felt empty only moments before.

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"Speech." Thoughts.
"To Damian" From Damian

OOC: words
Tag: @Damian

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Damian's chest rumbled as Menzier's voice filled his thoughts. He would have responded in that moment, but a sudden burst of a new overwhelming emotion struck hard at him through a link the two seemed to share. It left him feeling light headed for a moment, speechless as he simply mused over how Menzier was suddenly feeling. Finally he cleared his mind just enough to be able to think clearly. He spoke then, not out loud, but rather through their connection. 'I am glad you stayed safe, Menzier. I merely overslept is all. I didn't go anywhere,' Even in his mind Damian's voice was gruff and deep. Rumbling and powerful.

His own mood had settled into a form of content. One that was full of warmth and dare he say joy? He was certainly glad to see Menzier had fared well during the great sleep that had shrouded over the caves for however long it had lasted. Even now he still wasn't sure how long it had gone on, but it seemed he was one of the last few that was finally waking up from it. 'Have you kept yourself fed?' He suddenly asked, pulling back just enough to peer down at Menzier's emerald gaze. He had taught the pup how to hunt some cycles ago, so surely the now fully grown wolf had managed to keep his belly full while Damian was asleep.

"Speech" 'Thoughts'
'FROMMenzier' 'TOMenzier'

Words:Words
Tags: @Menzier
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Inside his chest, the feeling of a fluttering, strong beating heart brought an uncontrollable smile to his face. Tail began to wag on it's own will, the oxytocin flooding his brain as he snuggled into Damian's lap. "I really did miss you. I'm glad you didn't really leave me. I was starting to get pretty lonely..." He whined a little at the thought of it, the distant ping still in his heart. His tongue flicked out to lick the winged wolf's leg.

"I've been eating well, all thanks to you!" He smiled even wider. He was quite proud of himself, honestly. He wanted to hunt with Damian sometime, to show his skill.

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"Speech." Thoughts.
"To Damian From Damian

OOC: words
Tag: @Damian

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Idly, Damian continued to rub his pawed hands over the brute snuggled into his lap. Ears were pinned forward, listening as Menzier spoke. He was certainly happy to hear that the brute had done well in his lessons of hunting and a proud grin curled across the beast's features. "Thats good to hear," his voice rumbled deeply as he moved his paws up to rub at Menzier's ears. "Why don't you show me. I'm starving anyway. I can't even remember the last time I ate," there was almost a wine to his voice. The idea of a starving belly did not sit well with the lycanthrope.

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