06-03-2022, 03:22 AM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — it just sucks to try and explain
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He had his doubts about all of this, maybe something of a sense of curiosity drew the tabby tom in, leading the merchant and resident of Tanglewood to finally make his journey through the serpent's stone jaws. There, his senses were assailed by the delicious scent of roasting meat and the nose-tickling floral smell of flowers. The eagle that had been sent to Tanglewood with their letter, would soon depart from his side, leaving him with a longing look on his face as it searched out its rightful perch. Exhaling softly, he picked up on the scents of Kold and Boy, carrying the scent of the pitt upon them. Offering a quiet nod in their direction and to the sibling lions, looking around nervously before walking in a bit further, hoping for a glance of his clanmates. Where ... where were the Tanglers? He wouldn't feel so awkward if there was someone else in attendance, that and maybe he wanted to see one specific member over others.
Muscles trembling under his coat as he adjusted his satchel at his side, gray eyes taking in his surrounds curiously as small blossoms of tarragon and daffodils emerged against the fronds of his pelt, forming a gentle smelling lion's mane of yellow flowers, wandering to the blossoms to sniff at them and busy his mind with sorting the families of each flower within the mismatch of beauty. Should he make his own gifts? But who would he give them to?
Muscles trembling under his coat as he adjusted his satchel at his side, gray eyes taking in his surrounds curiously as small blossoms of tarragon and daffodils emerged against the fronds of his pelt, forming a gentle smelling lion's mane of yellow flowers, wandering to the blossoms to sniff at them and busy his mind with sorting the families of each flower within the mismatch of beauty. Should he make his own gifts? But who would he give them to?
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THE FLOWER BURNS