Profile Mantibab-475: Sif 🌱

Days had gone by, and before he knew it, weeks had too. Sif had been comfortable in his new home, learning about the area and accompanying Shira to do small tasks. The red mantibab didn't want to push Sif just yet, his injuries had yet to heal. So, most of his time was resting in the makeshift bed beside the hearth. That was his space, for now. Shira had been cleaning out a side room, and he wondered if they would move him into there. It was a selfish thought, but... one he wished. One...

The world was warm. He didn't feel cold or pain. He felt comforted and soft, allowing him to relax completely in his exhaustion. He wasn't quite sure still why this all happened and where he was, but he felt safe. There was no reason to fear the world now that it was textured in fleece and cushioned oh so perfectly. The world was dark for a while. So still and unmoving. It was only the smell that peeled him from sleep. Blue eyes opened and blinked away his sleepiness. He sat up, though...

All he could hear was the roar of rain slamming into the muddy ground. It was cold — the wind felt like razor blades against his face. Breathing was just as painful. Yet he felt numb and lost, unable to comprehend his surroundings. Black filtered on the edges of his vision as he stared at his dirty paws; breath labored. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there. Minutes? Hours? His mind was so numb he could hardly think. There was nothing that could pull him from the panic washing o...

It was early in the day and already the fairgrounds were packed with crederians from all around to celebrate the beginning of spring. Lelokos were still groggy from their hibernation. Some lazily took naps in the sun while others tried to feast themselves into another nap. The smell of food was intoxicating, almost as disorienting as the talking and shuffling of everyone attending. Stalls were filled to the brim with trinkets and books, all shiny and new to sell to those visiting the city. Mu...

Nothing was ever easy in the beginning. It wasn't until Sif came into their life did it turned for the better. Having a companion made things easier to cope with, especially with loneliness. Memories flickered through their mind like the pages of a scrapbook, smiling at all the good times and sighing through the bad. Life was a mystery. It had so many twists, turns, and thorns, much like a river. A warm beam of sunlight popped through the sliver of the curtain, laying gently on Shira's...

With a breath of air, a whirl of dust floated about the room. Shira began to cough, twirling their paw to disperse the cloud of grime they stirred up. Well, that was a mistake. Even more so was letting that much pile up over the last few seasons. They were just so busy, especially having Sif around the house. The red mantibab sighed and continued trying to tidy up their room as much as possible and even the rest of the house. The jars of old experiments littered the shelves that could ...

The warm sun bathed over Shira's face as they stood at the front door of their hovel. A scarf adorned their neck as the cold still kissed the breeze. Bags rested upon their back, empty and waiting for work. The mantibab exhaled, watching their breath swirl off into the cold morning light. A groan rumbled at their side, making them glance down at the small babling, eyes closed with exhaustion. "Why are we going so early...?" Sif mumbled, opening one eye to look up at the red mantibab....