05-14-2022, 12:40 PM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — it just sucks to try and explain
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a voice would pull the foraging tom from his self-absorbed thoughts, bringing the traveling merchant to lift his head from the plants to survey his surrounds, searching for the source of the voice that he heard. spotting a rather interesting dragon dog creature, he crouched down among the plants he was working with, watching her as she spoke to herself about the gods. something clicked in the grim's mind as he heard her speaking of a god of nighttime and stars, a face coming to mind, the great grandchild of his master. exhaling a breath, he would creep through the greenery to approach Wanderer, his tail slowly drifting to an upright position as he walked as a way to announce himself.
his paws and muzzle were stained different shades of different colors, most prominently by green, residue from his successful forages and trimmings of certain plants and roots. with careful washing, he knew they would eventually bleed from his silver-tan fur. observing wanderer a bit more with a calm expression when he had pushed from the plants, licking down fur that had been tussled out of place by various means, the tom sat down and rustled through his own satchel, relieved to find his ever trusty stick of charcoal and notebook. there he began to write, knowing himself an odd spectacle to any who had seen him. who would just skip the introduction and sit down and start writing when meeting someone new?
'the god of nighttime and stars is indeed a male, though he happens to hate sacrifices. he can be found at any time of day or night, stars are always there even if we can't see them. my name is aesior.', better late than never, he supposed. now, how should he explain how he knew this god, and seemed to know him personally. he hadn't seen much of the male, but he'd known of his arrival in his home group - where he shared bodies with his older sister who had not received a godhood, in fact the only member of the lineage as it was at the moment who didn't have a godhood. each interaction with that family often left his head reeling, and wondering how his master, his reaper, could handle their own bloodline, because he certainly couldn't.
his paws and muzzle were stained different shades of different colors, most prominently by green, residue from his successful forages and trimmings of certain plants and roots. with careful washing, he knew they would eventually bleed from his silver-tan fur. observing wanderer a bit more with a calm expression when he had pushed from the plants, licking down fur that had been tussled out of place by various means, the tom sat down and rustled through his own satchel, relieved to find his ever trusty stick of charcoal and notebook. there he began to write, knowing himself an odd spectacle to any who had seen him. who would just skip the introduction and sit down and start writing when meeting someone new?
'the god of nighttime and stars is indeed a male, though he happens to hate sacrifices. he can be found at any time of day or night, stars are always there even if we can't see them. my name is aesior.', better late than never, he supposed. now, how should he explain how he knew this god, and seemed to know him personally. he hadn't seen much of the male, but he'd known of his arrival in his home group - where he shared bodies with his older sister who had not received a godhood, in fact the only member of the lineage as it was at the moment who didn't have a godhood. each interaction with that family often left his head reeling, and wondering how his master, his reaper, could handle their own bloodline, because he certainly couldn't.
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