Accepting the touch of his son, breath shaking in his lungs oh so violently, his head pounding with pressure from his tears. What was he doing, crying over the missing? He was a servant of death, he should be the last one to truly be hurt by things like these. He could only hope that their dearly missing were in better places, that they were alive somewhere out there.
A few moments passed as the sobs died away to labored breathing until that too eased, leaving him leaning against Sethiram, finally dragging himself back from the bellt of the grief that had swallowed him. This wasn't what he was supposed to be doing. He needed to be better than this. He couldn't afford to be a crybaby, not anymore, even though Seth was essentially an adult now. For the missing and the remaining, he needed to keep moving and healing from the loss. Damn his heart to hell.
Taking a breath as he pulled himself to his paws, attempting to touch his nose to Sethiram's ear, the smaller tom would pull away as he stood up, looking to him with sad eyes, filled with understanding and the same pain he felt. He missed them too, more than anything, as much as he missed his own blood children. He missed the normal that he had found there.
Blinking slowly at Seth with a paw raised to wipe his own years, sniffling softly. It was best that they moved onwards into the territory. Stepping forward and retaking his position in the front, on guard against any danger that might appear. It had been years since this land had been truly inhabited, any matter of creatures could have made this place their home. Stepping in paths he'd once walked, headed for the old main camp of the golden eye, eyes wandering the joint of the creek and river with a misty look. He could practically imagine each and every body, even Cleo, meandering around the waters edge. Gods this hurt so, so much. Much more than it should.
Lashing his tail and shaking his frame, inhaling and exhaling with a silent grumble, swallowing as he stepped into camp, headed for the cavern they'd all called home. Here, he would stop before his old nest before pawing away the remnants of the old decayed nest of greens. There would be revealed a slender dagger, beautiful in its own right by the hilt alone, blade wrapped in now brittle leaves. Taking off his satchel and flipping it open, he would slide the blade into it carefully, returning to paw through the debris before gently dragging out two golden rings, earrings he had worn in the past. He'd been a fool to take them out so long ago.
Sitting back now, gazing around the hollow he'd called home, debating in the depths of his heart if he should visit the old nests of Arlo and Fragglerock, to collect the nests and bury those at the least. Pain flickered in his chest and he shook his head, putting the rings into his satchel and getting up, walking out of his cavern after collecting the few pencils he had left behind once upon a time.
He feared the danger that the territory presented, the silence of the area a foreboding warning of something bad to come, the air as tense as it was before a storm. Unconsciously, his muscles tightened, his senses utilized to their maximum as he stood stiff-legged, eyes roving the area, fur slowly rising to bristle along his spine and shoulders. Where was this bad feeling coming from? There. His eyes caught a flash of fur moving between greenery, a fox like snout protruding from the bushes not too far away as a creature pushed its way into the clearing.
White hot anger filled him from his toes as his gaze took in the NPC kitsune that had emerged, his heart hammering away inside of his chest as all of the memories overwhelmed him. Tsundoku. That son of a bitch. The one who had done this to him, the one who had taken his voice, a man he had loved stupidly, not knowing he was a demon in disguise. Those memories shouldn't resurface, they shouldn't be infecting his mind like a cancer now. He wasn't even aware of the violent shaking of his body or the trembling of his jaw, the strength with which his claws dug into the ground or the angry tears sliding down his face as he stared at the kitsune. No, he wasn't even aware of when his body began to change, when his fur began to change color, his muscles and bones to swell, a much, much bigger feline beginning to take the domestic tom's place.
Fur of silver and grays, mane of pitch overtook his body, muzzle thickening with the crushing power of a top predator, horns bursting forth in a dark crown upon his skull, rounded ears pointed back as thick lips drew back to reveal an ivory set of sharp teeth in a snarl. Orange lightning crept across the darkest of fur, as if a hope of light in the darkest of nights, a grand and muscled lion standing in the tom's place as a sound as deep and loud as thunder permeated the air, emitted by his lungs and throat. No, Aesior did not know of the changes, even when the sound reached him through the fog, he could only see the man who had done so much to him in the place of the Kitsune before him. He didn't know that he'd released the Monster inside of himself, the beast that he could not control.
// now in his grim body and losing control of his mental stability. Can now produce sound . grim body //
(Phone wouldn't let me use his template lol)
A few moments passed as the sobs died away to labored breathing until that too eased, leaving him leaning against Sethiram, finally dragging himself back from the bellt of the grief that had swallowed him. This wasn't what he was supposed to be doing. He needed to be better than this. He couldn't afford to be a crybaby, not anymore, even though Seth was essentially an adult now. For the missing and the remaining, he needed to keep moving and healing from the loss. Damn his heart to hell.
Taking a breath as he pulled himself to his paws, attempting to touch his nose to Sethiram's ear, the smaller tom would pull away as he stood up, looking to him with sad eyes, filled with understanding and the same pain he felt. He missed them too, more than anything, as much as he missed his own blood children. He missed the normal that he had found there.
Blinking slowly at Seth with a paw raised to wipe his own years, sniffling softly. It was best that they moved onwards into the territory. Stepping forward and retaking his position in the front, on guard against any danger that might appear. It had been years since this land had been truly inhabited, any matter of creatures could have made this place their home. Stepping in paths he'd once walked, headed for the old main camp of the golden eye, eyes wandering the joint of the creek and river with a misty look. He could practically imagine each and every body, even Cleo, meandering around the waters edge. Gods this hurt so, so much. Much more than it should.
Lashing his tail and shaking his frame, inhaling and exhaling with a silent grumble, swallowing as he stepped into camp, headed for the cavern they'd all called home. Here, he would stop before his old nest before pawing away the remnants of the old decayed nest of greens. There would be revealed a slender dagger, beautiful in its own right by the hilt alone, blade wrapped in now brittle leaves. Taking off his satchel and flipping it open, he would slide the blade into it carefully, returning to paw through the debris before gently dragging out two golden rings, earrings he had worn in the past. He'd been a fool to take them out so long ago.
Sitting back now, gazing around the hollow he'd called home, debating in the depths of his heart if he should visit the old nests of Arlo and Fragglerock, to collect the nests and bury those at the least. Pain flickered in his chest and he shook his head, putting the rings into his satchel and getting up, walking out of his cavern after collecting the few pencils he had left behind once upon a time.
He feared the danger that the territory presented, the silence of the area a foreboding warning of something bad to come, the air as tense as it was before a storm. Unconsciously, his muscles tightened, his senses utilized to their maximum as he stood stiff-legged, eyes roving the area, fur slowly rising to bristle along his spine and shoulders. Where was this bad feeling coming from? There. His eyes caught a flash of fur moving between greenery, a fox like snout protruding from the bushes not too far away as a creature pushed its way into the clearing.
White hot anger filled him from his toes as his gaze took in the NPC kitsune that had emerged, his heart hammering away inside of his chest as all of the memories overwhelmed him. Tsundoku. That son of a bitch. The one who had done this to him, the one who had taken his voice, a man he had loved stupidly, not knowing he was a demon in disguise. Those memories shouldn't resurface, they shouldn't be infecting his mind like a cancer now. He wasn't even aware of the violent shaking of his body or the trembling of his jaw, the strength with which his claws dug into the ground or the angry tears sliding down his face as he stared at the kitsune. No, he wasn't even aware of when his body began to change, when his fur began to change color, his muscles and bones to swell, a much, much bigger feline beginning to take the domestic tom's place.
Fur of silver and grays, mane of pitch overtook his body, muzzle thickening with the crushing power of a top predator, horns bursting forth in a dark crown upon his skull, rounded ears pointed back as thick lips drew back to reveal an ivory set of sharp teeth in a snarl. Orange lightning crept across the darkest of fur, as if a hope of light in the darkest of nights, a grand and muscled lion standing in the tom's place as a sound as deep and loud as thunder permeated the air, emitted by his lungs and throat. No, Aesior did not know of the changes, even when the sound reached him through the fog, he could only see the man who had done so much to him in the place of the Kitsune before him. He didn't know that he'd released the Monster inside of himself, the beast that he could not control.
// now in his grim body and losing control of his mental stability. Can now produce sound . grim body //
(Phone wouldn't let me use his template lol)
THE FLOWER BURNS