VINTARA
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the steady thump of shell on earth signaled the small turtles arrival. stopping before him, the kid would stretch his neck out to look up at the stranger. eyes studying the other and head tilting left and right. hello. name? business? he asked in that blunt fashion that showed he was not used to talking at all.

speaking

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ALMOST EVERY NIGHT!

the sounds of two voices would reach him, one he had not heard before, and the other belonging to seven. it almost seemed a coincidence that they would be running into each other more often. he wasn't a stranger to cory's disappearance, he could only hope that their newest luminary, as he was told, was doing alright and looking after himself. breath stuttering in aesior's lungs as he fought off a sneeze, head down as he stumbled across the scene with the sound of his sneeze echoing.

rubbing at his nose with a paw, the tom inhaled as another sneeze ripped its way from him, earning a disgusted face from him. scent flowed over him at the same time, the foxy scent of sylvester causing his fur to rise on end. 'another fox? how many more must there be?', he couldn't help the thought as he raised his head finally, nose running as he tried to sniff. staring at sylvester, the tom was frozen in his tracks at the sight of the gray being, his fur half-raised, mindful only of vintara's closeness to the fox. he wanted to warn him of the danger of being close to a stranger but he was half frozen with a fear he hated. he had to rely on seven being the one to help vintara if shit hit the fan with this ... visitor.

use your anger. he's the enemy, a voice whispered in his ear, ears flattening as he began to pant, legs shaking. i don't want to die!, shrieked another, causing his fur to rise all the way as a silent hiss left the veiled tom. he couldn't escape the voices echoing in his ears, shaking as their voices filled his ears in a cacophony, nearly driving him to the ground with the pain it instilled in his head.

the conversation went in one ear and out, fear trembling through his every nerve and muscle, paralyzing him where he was. slowly, the voices faded as he made himself count his heart beats in order to calm down, ears slowly swiveling as he came back to the world of the living, freed of the memories overwhelming him. sylvester's voice was so different from the man from his past, he didn't need to hide away within himself. he didn't need to be as scared as he was, though it wasn't something he could avoid. breathing hard as he struggled within himself and the instinct to flee. the topic of herbs came up, and despite the aloe bursting upon his shoulders, his ears stood up. new herbs?

standing up as he shivered, standing behind seven rather than come closer, ears angled forwards as he spoke of medicines and allegiances. would they be open to making ties with younger groups? looking to seven for her input, he would curl his tail slowly, silently swishing it from side to side as he stared at the fox, trying to move past the fear that made him look away after a second. noticing the change in his body language, he took a half step back, studying his face quickly as his own ears flattened against his head in anxious fear. inhaling as he heard his name, freezing up, shakily nodding. it made him wonder just who this mentor was that he spoke of.

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ALMOST EVERY NIGHT!

Lorelei. He knew that name. Uncertainty flicking in his eyes, he would look at Sylvester with a bit more of an intent. He could tell something was different about this creature. Hesitantly, he would step a paw forward, ears rotating for signs of danger. Lorelei. I wonder how she is. he would blink and shake his head to clear his mind. Extending one claw, he would etch into the dirt slowly, words appearing, 'Was? Know her. Yes.', he would watch Seven draw the basket close to her form and would cautiously sniff in its general direction, picking up different herbal scents and relaxing in accordance. There was no threat there, herbs were generally safe. Lifting his head as his tail flicked side to side, ignoring the spirits vainly whispering in his ears. Was she still among them or did she walk the paths of the ghosts now?