09-07-2022, 11:26 PM
EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack
his forearm was healing well and so were his other various cuts and bruises, but he didn't feel the need to get up and leave the safety of the covered room, especially during this storm. he knew he should go look in on the kid he'd rescued, but there was a sense of trepidation to even move on his own. shuffling under the comfort of the blankets, he reached out tentatively, searching for seven, the utterly soft and quiet voice of his mental thoughts only showing an image of the blind tigress and his memories supplying her scent, to any who could hear his mental search. was she there? if she was ... as silly as it was for him as an adult, he wanted to know if he could ask her if he could lay next to her until the storm passed.
before the ares incident, but after his return. he hates being woken by thunder and isnt it's greatest fan //
[member=17923]Seven[/member]
A PRAYER COMMITTED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.
THE FLOWER BURNS