☾❛ ❛ Overwhelmed with guilt and realizing the disease . . . ❜ ❜☽ ⊱ ━━━━━━━━━━ ⊰ Welcome to my application . . . It's a silly little thing. I had a lot of fun doing it but didn't take it too seriously. Info: Theory is a young wolf, around the age of 3 years. Theory uses They/Them, but was originally AFAB. This story is their backstory of sorts, in this story it just gives a basic introduction to what they had to deal with. Since I didn't want to make it too long yet make it original. I absolutely love this character sm- I somehow latched onto them from the first moment I saw the gorg design. It gave me ideas and those ideas were good. I needed a new gremblin to fill my sketchbook so here we are <3 Enjoy! Typing . . . . . . Dancing in the rain, drops of dew peered through the trees, enlightened by the thin rays of sun creeping around the clouds. Theory bolted through the woods, the sun melting away the drift of a summer rain and coughed up remains of a refreshing shower. Drops fell from the leaves even after the strong wind pushed the cloud further down the large forest, spanning as large as the world. Least that's what it felt like. A calm before the storm. Theory felt a sharp chill down their spine, nothing more. Nothing less. They stopped in their tracks... Silence. Until a loud rumble sounded in the distance. A long pause. Then another rumble, louder. Closer. A shorter pause this time, then another loud rumble. Closer. Louder. The very chill that rumble sent through their body was enough to make them jolt. They started to bolt, not realizing they stopped in the first place. "I pray to the gods that they are real. For they may be my only hope" Theory thought, another loud boom interrupting their frantic thoughts. They jumped over streams, bolted downhill and into a large field. Another boom sounded. Farther away... Is it- gone? They looked up at the sky, the clouds above a large spread of land were stained with a dark crisp orange... Clouds don't do that. What could be causing that? What sort of thing has that power? Another loud boom interrupted their thoughts. Theory jolted upright, turning away from the booms, taking one last glance before fleeing into the large stretch of tall grass. The next few days they traveled as far away as they could from the booming orange cloud, but birds started to take flight as well, making loud sounds as they flew through the sky. They even saw some going down with smoke behind them. That one made a little boom of its own. The air tasted sour and smelled of smoke and untraceable things.... What in the world could be happening? Whatever it was- there was no possible way it was good. All the prey had fled a long time past now. There was nothing. Their stomach ached with hunger and they could feel the lose skin on their stomach. "I need to find something- and quick." they would think.. This place reeked by now. A battleground? Rotting flesh and distant cries as well as booms and loud birds the size of the trees they couldn't see the tops of. It was like there was no escape. No matter how far Theory ran, the noises drifted and grew once more. This went on for what seemed like forever, picking off the weak prey that couldn't run that far to keep them going. After about a month of picking off the weak, the booms and birds faded... every noise except the occasional bird gone. Sunshine and clear white clouds danced across the sky, making them feel warm inside. They collapsed on the ground, letting the sun soak into their fur. It seemed like forever since they rested their aching bones. ☾❛ ❛ It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow . . . ❜ ❜☽ ⊱ ━━━━━━━━━━ ⊰ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ -ˏˋ ❝ ⊱ Credits ⊰ ❞ ˊˎ- 「 ⊰ ☼ Art » @.ArtAntagonist , Twi. ⠀ ☼ Story made by » @.-_Incarnate_- ⚘ ⊱ ☼ Sound & Quotes » Vampire Empire, Big thief ⚘ ⊱ ⊱━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━⊰
