AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Quiet came steps of tabby fur, mute mercenary making his way within the confines of the caverns of the camp, the sound of humming and click-clacking of bones drawing the male over. Eyes of gray landed upon her activities with a turn of head, his brows lifting as he watched for a time before coming closer. The bones laid out before her resonated within him, his eyes sliding over the skull of the cougar she had found, the large feline skull calling to him. Padding forward, he would trail a paw down the cougar's skull, sprigs of tarragon popping up upon his limbs, myrtle soon joining as he put his paw in the center of the skull.
Turning his head to Lorelei, he settled a distance away to observe, his book out if she should ask him anything. He was curious about what she was doing but he didn't need to get that across, most anyone would be curious to see such a craft being completed. Though he had wished the dead creature luck upon its soul, he knew that the dead wandered this land far too long to find any rest.
Turning his head to Lorelei, he settled a distance away to observe, his book out if she should ask him anything. He was curious about what she was doing but he didn't need to get that across, most anyone would be curious to see such a craft being completed. Though he had wished the dead creature luck upon its soul, he knew that the dead wandered this land far too long to find any rest.
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THE FLOWER BURNS