05-11-2022, 03:20 AM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — it just sucks to try and explain
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Blinking quietly as a voice interrupted his rather mindless thoughts, the tabby tom shaking out his tail for a few moments as he processed his words. It seemed that his mind was still deeply held within the eaves of exhaustion, staring quite stupidly at Cory, his words making little sense as they echoed around his mind. It was like knocking at a door and if Cory could hear within his mind, the frantic scramble would be much the same.
Blinking a few times as his fur ruffled upon his shoulders, a shiver running through the other domestic, the Grim stuck in his small body. A body he much preferred to the terrible mess of a separate identity, a body he knew the ins and outs of. Company? Well, he could use the extra paw. And for a moment there, there stood a different tom with the same sort of curious yet disconnected expression. 'Arlo ...', he supposed the other hadn't ceased to haunt his memory either.
Blinking a few times more as he set down his basket, small blossoms of amaryllis beginning to blossom and unfurl upon his shoulders. As unfamiliar as his face was to Cory, so was his to him. He was curious, the other was of interest to him. Had he not heard that there was a strange creature living amongst them? Did he not know to stay clear of him? There were some that warned others from interaction with him, some said that he was rude while others wondered why he never spoke.
Cautiously, he flicked his tail as he looked down at his basket. Company... maybe he could help him? Looking back up with a hesitant nod, he looked around a few times before looking to the sky. It was early, earlier than he was used to anyone else being awake. Flicking an ear casually, sneaking a peek at Cory as he picked up his basket. Geeze, he wanted to know about him a bit more now. Maybe there would be some dirt he could write a message in or something. Drifting eastward, he paused and looked back at Cory, tail lifted and crooked slightly to indicate he should come along. What he would give to talk so easily as others could. He wished he could have his voice back, but even that was an impossible feat.
Right. What was he doing? Herbs, seeds, and water. What else? Gazing up to the dawn he would frown, shaking his pelt out when the dew soaked through his shorter fur, reaching up with a paw to touch the two golden rings pierced through his left ear. A memory he would never forget or surrender. A memory he could never forget, a haunting feeling that would never leave him alone. Lowering the paw after making sure they were still there, he charged on, mucking through the forest in search for a clearing of more or less solid ground where he wouldn't be sucked down into a bog.
Blinking a few times as his fur ruffled upon his shoulders, a shiver running through the other domestic, the Grim stuck in his small body. A body he much preferred to the terrible mess of a separate identity, a body he knew the ins and outs of. Company? Well, he could use the extra paw. And for a moment there, there stood a different tom with the same sort of curious yet disconnected expression. 'Arlo ...', he supposed the other hadn't ceased to haunt his memory either.
Blinking a few times more as he set down his basket, small blossoms of amaryllis beginning to blossom and unfurl upon his shoulders. As unfamiliar as his face was to Cory, so was his to him. He was curious, the other was of interest to him. Had he not heard that there was a strange creature living amongst them? Did he not know to stay clear of him? There were some that warned others from interaction with him, some said that he was rude while others wondered why he never spoke.
Cautiously, he flicked his tail as he looked down at his basket. Company... maybe he could help him? Looking back up with a hesitant nod, he looked around a few times before looking to the sky. It was early, earlier than he was used to anyone else being awake. Flicking an ear casually, sneaking a peek at Cory as he picked up his basket. Geeze, he wanted to know about him a bit more now. Maybe there would be some dirt he could write a message in or something. Drifting eastward, he paused and looked back at Cory, tail lifted and crooked slightly to indicate he should come along. What he would give to talk so easily as others could. He wished he could have his voice back, but even that was an impossible feat.
Right. What was he doing? Herbs, seeds, and water. What else? Gazing up to the dawn he would frown, shaking his pelt out when the dew soaked through his shorter fur, reaching up with a paw to touch the two golden rings pierced through his left ear. A memory he would never forget or surrender. A memory he could never forget, a haunting feeling that would never leave him alone. Lowering the paw after making sure they were still there, he charged on, mucking through the forest in search for a clearing of more or less solid ground where he wouldn't be sucked down into a bog.
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