HUSTLE BONES :: aesior

[aesior]

AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — it just sucks to try and explain

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whiskers twitching as a gale of cold air rushed over him, gaze falling to zjarr's bag of scavenged goods, a small smile claiming his maw. his paw was shown to him, and the tom held back from leaning forward to check it out further. he was not the medic of this group and this husky was not the albino oriental tom that had deeply wounded his paw. shaking his head faintly, wanting to tell him to mind the cut and not let it get infected, but they were all but strangers to one another. who was in control? 'tanglewood. they are my friends.', perhaps that was the best way to put it.

exhaling with a small breath, 'few of us come out this way. i don't care but others might. if you've the time, perhaps introduce yourself to them?', truly he had no say in this but he didn't want his favorite sunning spot to be drenched in blood because somebody took zjarr's scavenging the wrong way. a blacksmith. offering a smile and another quick scrawl, 'i am a metalsmith myself. that is my specialty, i haven't done much in the way of weapons-craft. do you have a certain item in mind to make?', he couldn't help the curiosity, reminded of his past friends. they were gone now, but perhaps, he might ask of the other to create a dagger for him, a memorial for the missing and a tool of practicality that he needed.

all good!! //

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#psy.