cohost!

An angular shape of aggressive geometry looms on the cabin livingroom, a haunting visage of pixilating black obstructing painful blues, purples, and wicked shapes. Seething with frustration, anxeities, fears, memories of the past and traumas there in.

It cries and whines, it hides its face from its ghosts, shaded specters that loom and linger silently, surrounding, judging its mistakes and choices, with the exception of her, her voice constantly berating, lamenting, blaming, lying. Words that sound like truth to the shattered soul who sits below her, suffused with self doubt and melancholy.

"My love, my life, my wonderful creature-"

The other voice says, entering through the front door with a harmonious jingle of its bell. Ver angelic speech shattering this miasma of maddening noise and saddness.

The specters disappear, instinct willing them so, with her lingering, yet to accept... she watches as Kaelan enter the living room, and their eyes meet, hers narrow with never-ending dismay and loathing, while her antithesis stares with concern, realizing another episode had enveloped ver poor love, and ve coos carefully chosen words, seeking to soothe this creatures heart-

The final specter huffs and accepts the merger, vanishing and leaving the two alone. The creature still sharp, aggressive, some Eldritch formation of hate filled lines that carve a caricature of raw, uncontrolled emotions, lingers and sobs, its elongated, toothy maw rubs against the thigh of its skunk, looking for help, harbor, a loving embrace that makes this home perfect.

Kaelan pets ver beast, sharp angles soft to the touch, melting away to the far more calming curves, the shapes reduce, revealing the ever familiar mane of ver creatures Octarine fur. Wild lines find rhythm, and form the shapes and silhouettes of a wolf-liger-fox thing.

That snaggletooth maw narrows and shortens, becoming far less exaggerated in anxious shapes, and more playfully drawn, appealing to smooth flowing contours and satisfying lines.

Its muzzle meanders to ver paws, soft and delicate, nose brushing along the scars that linger down ver arms. Ve is here, ve is alive, It did nothing wrong, and reminds itself that those ghosts are nothing to this moment in the now.

"Darling creature whom I submit my love and life to, today is beautiful, just like you. Perhaps we head outside? Appease natures bounty by frolicking in the grassy fields, find flowering buds and buzzing bees to burry our woes, and lay our heads beside one another to dismiss the dismay of our trauma induced memories?"

The creature barks, softly, still sensitive at its core, a rumbling static black that gradually begins to give way to the Octarine light. Its breathes in, and out, taking in the scent of rosemary and genuinely real love.

"(Y-yes, please)"

It answers through sensorium, as it is oft to do. A whimper is heard, aches still lingering, before it parts and makes way to the balcony doors. Ve follows suit, opening the rattling glass door, its sliding imperfect, just as it recalled, revealing the outside air of cedars, firs, and a myriad of other conifers.

It frolicks ahead, Kaelan gaining behind. The two laugh and bark, playing fetch and chasing tails amongsts the mossy grass and low laying ferns. Before they eventually topple and twist into each others embrace, the creature soft, fluffy, hyper as always. Full of tinted, every shifting fur, and fluffier then any cloud could ever wish to be.

They bump noses, and chuckle, the past just that, and leaving the mind empty- full of room for the future, together, forever~.

#Kuviare (Kaelan), Nat