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Recent artwork + mood board I made for fig

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I crawl into my den as light approaches, I feel heavy and tired and I crawl under my bedding. Back to my warmth

I lay my head over my pillow like a big beast and can smell my food lingering on my breath. I know I stink but I take pride in it, maybe it’ll keep assholes away from me. God knows I need the break.

I drift off and close my eyes as my feet paws curl up and my phantom tail comes to a stop from swaying to lay on the bed, I sleep with paws up to my chest and dream of a mate, a mate waiting in bed for me who curls up under my stomach and lays their head under my chin as I wrap my big paws around them keeping them warm.

I sound stupid, I pin my ears and focus on sleeping. Maybe I don’t need to bother anymore, who knows. Dreams of big snowy mountains for me to conquer, grunt grunt snarl bite

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Being a wolverine feels hard some days, a lot of the days. Almost everyday really.

It’s hard to watch others outside exploring the trees and the woods that feels like a home to me, envy runs deep in my bones as I watch and only yearn to be apart of that world. I’m not allowed to leave my den, I’m kept on a short leash and have no sense of independence like I’m in captivity. I want to run in the snow and through the trees where I know I belong, I see it all the time in my dreams, in my fantasies. But I want it to be real, I don’t want to watch my life go by any longer. How much longer do I have left to live, I need to see it all I need to do it all but I can’t.

I just hope one day the right visitor will come and free me from my den that is in this fake home like a zoo, see my hurt and false reality I live in everyday.

May you be so kind to pet me and rub your fingers through my thick fur and feel the vibrations of my body and the drum of my broken heart, that still beats to be let go. I want you to *feel* my hurt.

Everyday grows more isolating, I want to see the caribou run and I want to see the crows loom above my head and the trees, I often feel depressed that I will never be a real wolverine. I feel sad I cannot rub my stink into the dirt and snow and chase small animals around or even walk miles in a day and mating with someone like me in such a far less complex way, growls and grunts and we’re in love.

I feel sad. I feel hurt when people do not like my wolverine tendencies or play, I want friends too I want to be understood really.

I am mistaken for a solitary animal but I really can be the company, I love to bite and tussle around.

Please don’t forget about me, you know where to find me.

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I lay down to sleep I hold my hand up and look at my palm, I look at my pads and wish I was a wolverine. I can see my pads I can tell I am so close put in such a far off body. I will never be a real wolverine. I lay my hand down on my bed and fold my pillow into my neck to feel its cool texture as I sweat out in my bed in the rolling in winter. Another thing that makes me feel uncomfortable. I watch my hand laying limp as I get ready to sleep I watch as my room gets dark and the bright white in my arms and skin fade out of existence, like I’m growing beautiful dark brown fur and the shape of my cupped hand forms into a paw. But I fall asleep and close my eyes. I wake up in another world where I am the real me, where the problems of everyone telling me what to do or complexly hating me go away. This time I am a real wolverine I am real, I’m shorter than the trees. I’m so close to the snow I can almost feel it dragging on my stomach.

The ravens circle in the sky and one flies above the tree line each time I wake up in this realm, I watch the feathers gleam in the white sun as it flies ahead of me. I watch from below and follow to chase.

My strong bulky front paws carrying my body across the snow, my short back legs pushing off and kicking each stride I take. I feel the snow part ways in my path and splash up onto my hydrophobic fur, clinging on as I run.

My legs and arms as I sleep grow colder as I transcend deeper into this place, almost like my fan has kicked up the speed and I really am becoming a wolverine.

I follow my raven who always guides me through the trees, I look up as I watch it effortlessly glide over the trees and navigating the wind. I push on carrying myself through the snow taking myself to where the raven goes, I’m so free. I’ve never ran so free in my life, I’m small but I’m mighty, I have a built in kick for the wilderness. I’m running up the slopes and mountains in the cascades. It’s cold but I like it, I am so free as I feel the wind brush through my thick fur, the world is so open to me, I can see more mountains as I climb the peaks, the many more I will climb and conquer in my next dreams because I am limitless. I’m no longer forced into my small box where I am treated like shit, I’m on my own and it feels good, I’m in the wild where a wild thing like me belongs. Until I wake up into a sweat and none of that life was real, my beautiful fur is stripped from me and my needle sharp claws no longer exist. I am a shell of my once fullest potential, I am nothing

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Silver Beach Carousel Figures University of Michigan Wolverine Horse

Such a beautiful model, I don’t have any particular fixation about carousels but if you had to ask me which is my favorite, this is definitely the one LOL.

I love the artistry and craft that goes into making these beautiful sculptures, I wanted to share this one specifically to my account because I wanted to show off some obscure wolverine media, I think this fella is cool!

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Paces around. Lays in my bedding.

Ourf snrrrf snrff snrf snrkkkkk grunt

(Sad)

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Had a big and greedy thanksgiving

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Dentist appointment today. They’re gonna do this to me. In order of events.