EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT + EMERGENCE

[deimos]

There was two concepts conflicting with him in this moment. Between being completely unknowing of this situation prior today, and death. A returned spirit. Something lingered on him like the film left by a nail crawling along. Death, the grim angel, the reaper- many names were attached to it, but no name explained the concept. He had dived into the concept, researching like Victor Frankenstein had before. Death was the leaving of the soul, in religious texts. In scientific texts, it was the end of brain and, even or, heart function. Piers had reconciled this coldly. Death was the act of dying, but killing was the act of forcing someone to die.

The other subject that bothered him deeply, as he approached the pair, caused him to pause a few feet away. At first, excitement had seized his heart- the cub like part of him- but the stricken look upon Aurum's face and the weak, almost guilty appearance of the wolfhound had caused his ears to flatten and make him take a step back. Forgotten lovers, missed brothers, clanmates- he didn't know that Leroy had died, who Leroy was, or any of that. It may have only been a month ago that he died, but at that age, Piers was just barely beginning to read.

He managed to crack a few words out as he stepped towards them, his tail lowly lashing behind him, and tufted ears flattened against his head. ".. Who's Leroy?" Piers' ocean blue gaze swiveled, matching up with the brown pair, and he frowned deeply. He didn't know him. He didn't like him, right off the bat. It was as if there was something unparalleled in his gaze. His lip upturned for a moment. Piers didn't want to care. But Aurum being so set off made him turn his nose away. He paced back a bit, not even waiting for an answer, and settling down with his paws neatly pushed together, rubbing a bit.

He was nervous.

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