My coordinator is away and so is one of the LRC supes so its like trying to drive a car with two wheels missing and I only have a learners, a phone to text on and one guy sitting in the backseat yelling occasional directions while I steer like a madman while smiling at passing cars like “ITS ALL GOOD IM FINE IM A COMPETENT DRIVER”
what better way to start off a semi-art blog than with a 20 minute sloppy doodle of an edgy fusion gem huh
This is Azurite-Malachite, fusion of my gem Snow Quartz and @accursedasche‘s Fluorite.
I thought the two would fuse nicely, since they both have skate-y feet and the colours go great together lmao. Fluorite and Snow Quartz’s fusion dances both have something to do with skating, too, so wooOOO
Their weapon is just Fluorite’s blaster.
Even though they have similar physiques and ‘’jobs’’ (that job being scouting), making their fusion swift and well-coordinated, their clashing personalities came together to create the mind of an edgy 13 year old. They’re pretty much the gem version of that ‘i cant tell where Leto ends and the Joker begins’ meme lmAO
Anna (previously Ritter) has been through a lot in her short life: At just 12 months old, she’d had three different owners, suffered from extreme fear and skittishness, and even ran feral for three days after a surprising escape. Finally, she was transported more than halfway across the USA to her fourth and final home.
I decided to do the first leg of that journey with her. It was a long drive - Western Oregon to Southeast Wyoming. The mountains through Idaho were treacherous, and my truck was armed with only two-wheel drive, so I headed north into Montana before dipping south again to avoid the tougher terrain. I afforded myself one extra day to make the journey, expecting setbacks. But in just over 48 hours, I had made it to my destination.
My support crew back home (amazing members of the rescue community!) set me up in a motel for the night, as I was coming down with an illness and didn’t want to spend another cramped evening in the truck with two dogs. I decided to take advantage of the utilities available, and gave Anna a bath.
Up until this point, she had been just as skittish around me as she was around any other stranger. I saw it as no manner of slight; she had been through a lot, and it was reasonable behavior given her background. So coaxing her into the tub was a bit of effort. But I was surprised to find that as soon as I began to pour warm water over her haunches, Anna’s body language began to change. She stopped shaking, didn’t make to pull away from me, and even leaned against my bare legs as I continued to scoop up buckets of bath water to pour across her back and shoulders.
She was still dirty from her three-day ordeal as a canine fugitive. I at least wanted to clean the mud from her brilliant cream coat.
And the surprising thing is that she let me - no fuss, no balking, no shaking, no slinking away. I didn’t even need to hold her leash; she simply stood and enjoyed the bath. I think it was the first time since I’d fostered her that she actually expressed a sense of “I think I’m okay. I feel safe now.”
When I dried her off, she leaned into me again. She even turned and shoved her head into my hands so I could towel her face, and looked up at me for a moment with her mouth open and eyes sparkling. I had just witnessed a breakthrough.
For the rest of the evening, Anna remained far more confident around me than she had at any point prior. She and Jude played briefly, and she even slept beside the bed that night instead of tucking herself into a corner.
I awoke the next morning to find her standing just inches from my face, giving me the “I need to pee NOW” stare. She evidently remembered our breakthrough from the night before, and still trusted me with her close proximity. I took she and Jude out to do their business, and then we waited.
Finally, a van pulled up to the motel. It was time for me to say farewell to Anna and hand her off to the original breeder, her very first owner, so that she could deliver Anna to her final destination. I was pleased that the breeder was involved in the rescue operation (though I still maintain certain qualms about her ethics) and she even gifted me a collection of audio tapes from vet conferences that pertained to important subjects such as bite cases, managing a kennel with multiple dogs, and the evolution of training methods used throughout history.
The road home felt rather lonely with just Jude at my side. I became progressively sicker. But I was pleased to see updates from Anna’s travels as I continued my own, and I finally found myself back on Oregon soil at about the same time that Anna reached her Forever Home. In what I can only describe as an incredible twist of fate, Anna immediately fell in love with her new human. I never expected this. We were all prepared for the process to take weeks - possibly even months - and yet, on the very first day, she was giving her new owner kisses and sleeping by her side.
Seeing the success of this, Pack West’s very first adoption, made every mile of my journey worthwhile.