05-11-2022, 05:34 AM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — it just sucks to try and explain
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Three scents reached him first, the merchant about his travels as he made his way onwards to the meeting, gray fur bushed around him against the gales he encountered. Before he could see swaying paths in the grass, pausing to smell around for a bit before catching onto a familiar scent. His eyes flickered with a light interest, his paws taking him on the path after Cory, a familiar scent and face among the others soon to join or already present.
His ears were washed over by a voice he had never heard before, the domestic feline padding forth to be greeted by the gore sloughing from the tiger skeleton perched upon a Boulder. His ears swiveled backwards, taken aback by the sight for a moment, leading himself to believe that he stood before a fellow Grim for a few seconds. Jaws spreading to voice a silent question before snapping shut. No. This was not another Grim, ve was anything but another of his kind. Hiding the silent growl in a sneeze, he put his paw to his nose to cover the stench of Vale's gore. What a ... strange creature ve was. Yet ve was ... intriguing in the weirdest of ways. He wanted to learn more.
Shaking his head faintly, the merchant moved from the grasses to the meeting area itself. He supposed that the Ambassadors from Tanglewood would show up, or at least he hoped that they would. He hadn't been there for the discovery of Ximen's murder but he had hears about it and watched the funeral from the far distance, unattached. As he should be, the dead caused a morbid stir in him. He wanted to guide them to a better life. He hadn't felt this way in a long time.
Pelt crawling, he came to sit somewhere close by to Cory, waving his tail in greeting to the other feline bodied Tangler. He didn't fear the strange wolf that sat in the leaders area, or the tiger skeleton that was Vale, he merely sought the familiarity of a group member. Oh what he wouldn't give to see other familiar faces here, faces that belonged to those he knew were gone. They wouldn't show up here. They were as good as dead. He couldn't help the slight lean of his body towards Cory, looking around with curiosity even as the fur ruffled slightly along his spine. What in the hells was wrong with him today? Begonia began to appear, small sprouts of aloe appearing in less flower-choked areas upon his shoulders. He was wary, and there was a faint longing for familiarity in his chest, tail flicking back and forth in unease until he remembered the faces of those he would never see again, falling at his paws.
[ begonia - wariness. aloe - in need of assurance/seeking comfort ]
His ears were washed over by a voice he had never heard before, the domestic feline padding forth to be greeted by the gore sloughing from the tiger skeleton perched upon a Boulder. His ears swiveled backwards, taken aback by the sight for a moment, leading himself to believe that he stood before a fellow Grim for a few seconds. Jaws spreading to voice a silent question before snapping shut. No. This was not another Grim, ve was anything but another of his kind. Hiding the silent growl in a sneeze, he put his paw to his nose to cover the stench of Vale's gore. What a ... strange creature ve was. Yet ve was ... intriguing in the weirdest of ways. He wanted to learn more.
Shaking his head faintly, the merchant moved from the grasses to the meeting area itself. He supposed that the Ambassadors from Tanglewood would show up, or at least he hoped that they would. He hadn't been there for the discovery of Ximen's murder but he had hears about it and watched the funeral from the far distance, unattached. As he should be, the dead caused a morbid stir in him. He wanted to guide them to a better life. He hadn't felt this way in a long time.
Pelt crawling, he came to sit somewhere close by to Cory, waving his tail in greeting to the other feline bodied Tangler. He didn't fear the strange wolf that sat in the leaders area, or the tiger skeleton that was Vale, he merely sought the familiarity of a group member. Oh what he wouldn't give to see other familiar faces here, faces that belonged to those he knew were gone. They wouldn't show up here. They were as good as dead. He couldn't help the slight lean of his body towards Cory, looking around with curiosity even as the fur ruffled slightly along his spine. What in the hells was wrong with him today? Begonia began to appear, small sprouts of aloe appearing in less flower-choked areas upon his shoulders. He was wary, and there was a faint longing for familiarity in his chest, tail flicking back and forth in unease until he remembered the faces of those he would never see again, falling at his paws.
[ begonia - wariness. aloe - in need of assurance/seeking comfort ]
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