05-09-2022, 02:52 AM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — it just sucks to try and explain
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the gentle clinking of sound would emanate from the male's shelter, the half fallen-in house aglow with a gentle light from several candles and lanterns, the fire flicking gently in the grate of his home. this place was as much home as any other shelter that he'd stayed in, this one with another he knew, not far from his reach. that alone allowed him to sleep a bit more easily, without fear of waking up and finding everything missing and gone again. but it didn't mean that sleep was easy, no. for that very reason he was awake with the moon headed for the horizon and his candles burning the ends of their wicks.
tail twitching to a tune played in his mind, one he wished he could hear again, he worked in a zombie-like state as he looked down at the fabric pulled tight in front of him, his make shift work table. again would his paws move to shift a pile of seeds, nudging it onto a much smaller square of fabric before gently rolling the ends over the pile and nosing it off to the side. there he sat, quietly tinkering around as the candles finally all winked out on their own, working by lantern and fire-light from the dying hearth.
gaze lifting to the window and the faint blinking of the sun upon the sky, turning the safe darkness towards the brilliance of daytime and the violence it would reveal. he wanted to stay inside, he didn't want to see any other face, not ones that didn't match his wandering memory. blinking before looking away from the cracked window, standing and stretching as he looked down at his work table. He would snag a piece of vine around each little packet of seeds before picking them up and sliding them into his satchel before scavenging around his home.
coming across an item of appropriate size, he would drag a basket over in his jaws towards the door. He was in need of new herb cuttings, and he was too tired from sleepless nights to grow any upon himself, that, and he hadn't had a proper meal in the gods know how long. his stomach complained at him now, sending him looking for his canteen for a mouthful of water. It was then that he realized that he also needed to refill the bladder with drinking water. Tail twitching as he slipped into the canteen's straps, shaking himself out when it was in place before picking up his basket again.
Stepping from the building, the Tom would pass through the sleepy settlement, belly brushing against dew kissed grasses until he broke onto an even path. Standing there till he was sure of where he wanted to travel, headed off in the eastern most direction. Perhaps he should think about cultivating tea leaves.
tail twitching to a tune played in his mind, one he wished he could hear again, he worked in a zombie-like state as he looked down at the fabric pulled tight in front of him, his make shift work table. again would his paws move to shift a pile of seeds, nudging it onto a much smaller square of fabric before gently rolling the ends over the pile and nosing it off to the side. there he sat, quietly tinkering around as the candles finally all winked out on their own, working by lantern and fire-light from the dying hearth.
gaze lifting to the window and the faint blinking of the sun upon the sky, turning the safe darkness towards the brilliance of daytime and the violence it would reveal. he wanted to stay inside, he didn't want to see any other face, not ones that didn't match his wandering memory. blinking before looking away from the cracked window, standing and stretching as he looked down at his work table. He would snag a piece of vine around each little packet of seeds before picking them up and sliding them into his satchel before scavenging around his home.
coming across an item of appropriate size, he would drag a basket over in his jaws towards the door. He was in need of new herb cuttings, and he was too tired from sleepless nights to grow any upon himself, that, and he hadn't had a proper meal in the gods know how long. his stomach complained at him now, sending him looking for his canteen for a mouthful of water. It was then that he realized that he also needed to refill the bladder with drinking water. Tail twitching as he slipped into the canteen's straps, shaking himself out when it was in place before picking up his basket again.
Stepping from the building, the Tom would pass through the sleepy settlement, belly brushing against dew kissed grasses until he broke onto an even path. Standing there till he was sure of where he wanted to travel, headed off in the eastern most direction. Perhaps he should think about cultivating tea leaves.
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