Haunted Wood Suck Shit and Try to Die

mom said its MY turn on the wheel of misery. for @Valour

It's fuzzy at times—his memory. It's almost like a constant itch...something right below the surface that he can't dig out no matter how many times he tries. And tried he did. Clay could keep count of all the times he tried.

But...Sometimes, scarcely, he's graced with it, a part—a piece. A missing shape that fits perfectly among the rest.

The shape of today was nothing more than a 'fuck you' shape. A reminder of how the scars that scratched deep within his hind and belly became to be; An evil face, an even eviler touch.  

It's almost as if the gods overlooked his sacrilege and were tired of seeing his depressed state. A bone thrown. A peace offering he guesses. Some type of backwards voodoo that Clay found too confusing to compartmentalize into the 'gift' or 'shit' boxes within his brain. Shit.

So he just sits there, awake, shaking slightly against the warm body at his side. He feels something stuck in his teeth, perhaps a fragment of bone that got stuck when he was chewing earlier. He digs at it with his tongue, and when that's not enough he bows his head and scrapes his paw against his cheek. He doesn't stop until the metallic tang spills over his tongue.

But even that sensation isn't enough to drag him out of his confusing state of organizing fuck-knows-shit within his brain.

He stands, leaving valour in favor of just walking out of the den to take a piss, the solar flare within his muscles doing little to stop him from moving.

Perhaps if he pissed enough he would understand. Or maybe he's just looking for an excuse to hyper-fixiate on something else. Like pissing.