AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Turning his head as he picked up on Arlo's scent as he approached, he would flick his tail and ears in greeting to the vanguard before nodding his head to the bush. It was strange, but an interesting sort of strange. Grateful that someone with a voice was here, he would relax his shoulders and posture, feeling a bit more at ease with another there. It was true that he couldn't exactly respond but he didn't need to - Arlo had noticed the child as well. Curling his tail around his paws, he would nod when his name was called, offering a small wave to the child within the bush.
Family was a concept he couldn't remember. He could only remember the other orphans, crowding around and scrounging food for them, doing things he wasn't proud of to get by, but he'd successfully kept the others fed at a young age, even if it cost him a lot of blood, time and emotion. Then they had come along, his only true friend and the one being he could never bring himself to hurt. He'd held them in their death, only to be reunited later in a second life after he had met his own end. He remembered seeing them and the happiness on their face as they spoke of their husband, the scent of milk having clung to them. He hadn't stayed long, not close to the young family for he had feared he could only bring misfortune and misery. They were his Reaper and he their Grim - a pair so twisted by fate that it was cruel. Shaking his head, the Tom's head would twist as he picked up on another scent.
The strange she cat appeared before him, his eyes narrowing and ears flicking back at her mock and scowl. Getting to his paws, not quite sure what he wanted to do, but he didn't like that she was mocking Arlo (and himself but that didn't truly matter to him). Everyone had their reasons for acting certain ways, and he certainly was no urge when a scent could cause him to lose his mind - he wasn't in a place to get snippy about it but ah. Fixing her with a glare, stepping between the child and Cleo, tail tip flicking - she wouldn't make an aggressive move against the child, would she? A low strange groan came from deep in his chest, wheezing sounds quietly following as he breathed, his attempt at making a growl though it caused his throat to ache like nothing else.
Family was a concept he couldn't remember. He could only remember the other orphans, crowding around and scrounging food for them, doing things he wasn't proud of to get by, but he'd successfully kept the others fed at a young age, even if it cost him a lot of blood, time and emotion. Then they had come along, his only true friend and the one being he could never bring himself to hurt. He'd held them in their death, only to be reunited later in a second life after he had met his own end. He remembered seeing them and the happiness on their face as they spoke of their husband, the scent of milk having clung to them. He hadn't stayed long, not close to the young family for he had feared he could only bring misfortune and misery. They were his Reaper and he their Grim - a pair so twisted by fate that it was cruel. Shaking his head, the Tom's head would twist as he picked up on another scent.
The strange she cat appeared before him, his eyes narrowing and ears flicking back at her mock and scowl. Getting to his paws, not quite sure what he wanted to do, but he didn't like that she was mocking Arlo (and himself but that didn't truly matter to him). Everyone had their reasons for acting certain ways, and he certainly was no urge when a scent could cause him to lose his mind - he wasn't in a place to get snippy about it but ah. Fixing her with a glare, stepping between the child and Cleo, tail tip flicking - she wouldn't make an aggressive move against the child, would she? A low strange groan came from deep in his chest, wheezing sounds quietly following as he breathed, his attempt at making a growl though it caused his throat to ache like nothing else.
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THE FLOWER BURNS