Out Of Words
GM of If December Freezes
Rune Peterson
Rune simply couldn't get a grasp on the current events. It was like a multilayered puzzle, he had spent so long focusing on just one layer, having the rest revealed left his mind unable to comprehend. The complexity mixed with simplistic beliefs, Rune had to latch onto something to avoid going mad.
He was a wolf. This he could understand, for being in the physical form of a wolf was a truth that could not be denied, or avoided. He heard the soft woofs he could make, the thudding of a tail, the sensation of fur everywhere.
This was fact, he was a wolf. How this came to pass was on the edges of his consciousness, a brass ring one could always reach for, but very rarely grasp and hold close. Rune simply couldn't, so he focused on simply existing.
The world was even changing, Rune felt himself picked up, carried, tossed even, and worlds changed. Or maybe his mind did break after all. Maybe this was his interpretations of dreams, wishes, desires buried so long ago. Now they were set free as his mind broke like a rubber band pulled too tight, too long.
That was it. He must have slipped away from the sane side of the world. Well, if being insane meant he could be a wolf, and see this world with a new, wondrous vision, so be it. The wolf woofed, moved its legs and wagged its tail. Still not yet able to stand on its own, wolf-Rune yipped and 'talked' with a series of rawr rawrs.
Let's do this.
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