THE GOOD THING ABOUT PLASTIC FLOWERS ☆ o, joining

[aesior]

AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go

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the sound of nature was soothing, his ears twitching at each alarming sound, the tabby's grey gaze upon the sky, his head tipped to the side as he listened, watching birds wheeling overhead. he had been traveling in quiet search of ores and minerals, metals he could break down and use in his forge. shaking his head faintly as he heard the rustle of leaves, head would turn to the side, eyes narrowing. strange, he had heard something, hadn't he? perhaps a mouse or something quick to snack on? food wouldn't be a good idea, he'd forgotten when he had last had anything of substance.

hearing a small voice, the tom would turn towards the voice, brows lifting. a child's voice? well, this couldn't end well. he was mute - did the child know how to read? damn, he wished that one of the others had been the first to come across the child instead of him. well, he was here now, so he may as well find the child. unwittingly, upon the mute male's shoulders would spring small leaves of aloe and sprigs of tarragon, his head tipped as he stepped towards the child's voice, his ears flicking. oh, his scars might frighten the child - well if it did, he would find a way to apologize. pulling his notebook from his hip bag, his ears laying back before standing up as he attempted to make a guttural noise like some sort of coo, sitting down on the ground, hoping the child would come to him.

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✯ — MALE. THE GOLDEN EYE. MEDIUM DIFFICULTY. REF. LANGUAGE GUIDE. — ✯

#psychosocial.