06-26-2022, 07:51 PM
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Rowan Lingré [The Frostguard — Canine/Hellhound — tags]
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C:\Users\Rowan> Jerisidie had been sick for a while now, everyone could see that. But yet his mom still tried to hide it from the kids. Rowan tried his best to take care of his mother where he could but it seemed that there was only so much he could do to help. So it would come to know surprise that he would slowly back off, leaving Jerisidie to rest and checking in every so often to make sure that he had something to eat and drink.
It was about that time of day for Rowan to check on his mother and so he peeked out of his chambers, glancing down the hall to where the other room was. He debated for a second if he truly should go check but something in his gut was telling him that he really should. And so the hellhound stepped out and made his way down to his mother's door, knocking gently on it once he was outside.
Once he heard the gentle voice of Jerisidie, Rowan pushed the door open. The first thing he noticed was the stench of vomit, his gaze flicked around the room before settling on his mother's form. His breath hitched in the back of his throat, eyes widening as he rushed over. "Mother, what's wrong?"
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© psy. All rights reserved.
C:\Users\Rowan> Jerisidie had been sick for a while now, everyone could see that. But yet his mom still tried to hide it from the kids. Rowan tried his best to take care of his mother where he could but it seemed that there was only so much he could do to help. So it would come to know surprise that he would slowly back off, leaving Jerisidie to rest and checking in every so often to make sure that he had something to eat and drink.
It was about that time of day for Rowan to check on his mother and so he peeked out of his chambers, glancing down the hall to where the other room was. He debated for a second if he truly should go check but something in his gut was telling him that he really should. And so the hellhound stepped out and made his way down to his mother's door, knocking gently on it once he was outside.
Once he heard the gentle voice of Jerisidie, Rowan pushed the door open. The first thing he noticed was the stench of vomit, his gaze flicked around the room before settling on his mother's form. His breath hitched in the back of his throat, eyes widening as he rushed over. "Mother, what's wrong?"
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