09-07-2022, 02:51 PM
EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack
struggling to get to his paws, in part due to sleep and majorly to the wreckage of his back, pain sparking sharply through his frame. wincing as he finally got up, slowly limping down the stairs of his home, approaching the smoking manticore, his ears swiveling and tail slowly flicking side to side. he kept his head lowered to show that he wasn't a threat, though this encounter could only remind him of the recent incident with ares. shaking his head to clear those thoughts, he shuddered faintly, coming to a stop near her. hopefully, the other was intelligent and could well, read. 'hello. who you? i aesior.', it hurt to write proper sentences, his tendons protesting against the unnatural position for his paw. warm yellow blossoms of daffodil would emerge from the moss and grass that grew upon his shoulders, their full heads facing dazir, a motion of questioning in them. he used flower language and written language to get his words across, searching for someone who knew the sign language that he required most times that few understood. most of it relied on natural body language, but some of it didn't.
// daffodils - questioning-curious //
A PRAYER COMMITTED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.
THE FLOWER BURNS