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Lovingthewildlife:
So without going into the drama and making a long story really long, I have an ex who has issues with my personal space. It got to the point that I decided to straight up move out of the city to make sure I could get the hell away from him. The way our relationship ended wasn’t great, and one of my former co-workers suggested a marine.
The idea was great in theory. I wouldn’t be alone, I’d potentially have someone big to scary off my ex if he showed up on my doorstep. Perfect, right?
Well.. I get to the shelter and I start looking around and there was a Blood Raven that I honestly thought would be a great fit. I’ve got the paperwork about half filled out, when in walks a… uh… ‘return’, I guess is the best way to put it. The poor guy looked so lost and upset, but I was already part way through the paperwork, and I wasn’t about to tell this Raven that I’m not taking him home.
So now I have two big boys sharing my personal space. I was fairly prepared and read up on some of the different marines so I figured that the Blood Raven would fit in with me but I have no idea about this new fella. He’s so sweet and quiet, and I think he’s nervous that I’m going to send him back, so it’ll probably take some time for him to open up.
I guess he’s a rarer type? I had to sign off on periodical Inquisitional check ups, which makes sense I suppose if he’s been sent back once before. They just want to make sure that he’s okay in his new home right?
Does anyone know what to expect with a Lamenter?
Gotta go, BR’s found my library and he’s decided to reorganize everything…
- Safe proof everything. EVERYTHING. Get a first aid kit, a fire extinguisher, and make a go bag. Lamenters are extremely sweet, but they have the worst luck. No one knows why, they just do.
- Some of your books are gonna go missing, check the Blood Raven’s nest for them.
Lovingthewildlife:
I have good news and I have bad news!
The bad news is, I didn’t get a chance to read this before bad luck struck.
The good news is, all I have is a broken collar bone and a window that needs fixing.
Tree came through the window in a freak storm and smacked into me. I’ve been patched up and I’m doing alright, sort of in and out of it with the pain meds. Poor Lamenter is distraught and I’m trying to calm him down. All in all.. I’ve had worse! I told him that and it didn’t seem to help much.
As long as the books don’t leave the house, he can use them for nesting. I kind of do the same with a few different books around my bed and nightside table so I can’t point fingers. I’ll just talk to him and make sure he doesn’t sneak away with anything I’ve got mid read and I think we’ll be alright.
Fairly exciting for a first day. Once I feel up to moving around I’ll get the emergency things. Since I can’t run around with them like I planned I’m gonna rely on strategy games to challenge them.
