RUN AWAY FROM THE HUMDRUM / aurum

[wormwood.]

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AURUM

DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !

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The proxy watched numbly as Poet climbed down and off of his porch, his breath coming out ragged and tired as he just stared. The flames that had been burning brightly against the edges of his coat seemed to finally die down and snuff themselves out once he had calmed somewhat. He looked down at Poet when the other stopped in front of him, his one blue eye a little bit red from crying as he towered over his brother. The size difference between the two of them was still staggering, especially with Aurum's upright position. His wings only added onto it, pressed firmly up against his spine as he let his claws slowly release from the earth. When he finally spoke, his deep voice was scratchy from tears, and he sounded faintly tired, "I... I find it hard to believe that you've brought good news with you, considering the first thing you said when you got here is that everyone was dead." His tone might've been considered more joking, had he been a little less wrecked.

━ I'M GONNA WIN┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━