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MEMORIES TURN INTO DAYDREAMS! -- fae borzoi. cotc.
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Consider his attention caught. Looking up from his daydreams and flights of fancy, resting in the way he had all too often in the past. It was rare that he could rest like this, in the days leading up to the impending rescue of his son. His ears perked as he gathered with the rest of the bodies, ears flattening as Byriath spoke. He'd heard from others of this group, of what they had done. It had caused a great lot of fear and anguish in the fae. He suspected that he might know these people, this group. He wasn't willing to uncover his past to anybody here but ... that might have to change in time.
He sat silently, listening. Search parties. It would put the mind at ease to find the missing but if they hadn't come back by now after being killed ... were they ever going to come home? The most they could do was make empty graves for the dead and missing. He'd been there before, he'd done it too many times. He'd held too many grieving parents over their missing sons and daughters, too many children over their deceased parents. Sitting there with his head down, his eyes haunted with the memories. If it was who he thought it was, he especially, was screwed. If those scouts had come and had found his scent ... then he would be fine but he hadn't been around in forever. Would they know he had gone rogue?
Getting to his paws, the fae would turn and leave. He would search for his groupmates if he could, but he had enough to do. That night, he was planning to make his leave for the island, to look for his son. He had rested enough. It was better to charge into battle fully rested and with a square head upon his shoulders. If he found their own there, he would bring them back.
// out unless stopped! feel free to have your ocs grow suspicious of him
//
[align=center]"speech" .. 'thoughts' .. attack
He sat silently, listening. Search parties. It would put the mind at ease to find the missing but if they hadn't come back by now after being killed ... were they ever going to come home? The most they could do was make empty graves for the dead and missing. He'd been there before, he'd done it too many times. He'd held too many grieving parents over their missing sons and daughters, too many children over their deceased parents. Sitting there with his head down, his eyes haunted with the memories. If it was who he thought it was, he especially, was screwed. If those scouts had come and had found his scent ... then he would be fine but he hadn't been around in forever. Would they know he had gone rogue?
Getting to his paws, the fae would turn and leave. He would search for his groupmates if he could, but he had enough to do. That night, he was planning to make his leave for the island, to look for his son. He had rested enough. It was better to charge into battle fully rested and with a square head upon his shoulders. If he found their own there, he would bring them back.
// out unless stopped! feel free to have your ocs grow suspicious of him
//[align=center]"speech" .. 'thoughts' .. attack
attack in #7A8B8B. -- BECOME A TABOO!
[member=11].[/member]teef + help from [member=11].[/member]psy