AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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time was a fickle lover, she took and took from everyone. A face seen around camp one day could be gone the next, a child so bright and healthy could be wandering as a soul within hours. Time was not something he enjoyed but it was not something he could fend off, it was not something he could ever hope to fight. They were all subject to time and her ways, there was no way of avoiding her, not even the immortal could escape.
Standing within the boundaries of camp, his gaze on the early morning sky, his ears perked forward as he listened to the beginning cries of bird song. Closing his eyes as he took the simple joy of a morning alone to soothe the nightmares that had chased him out from his nest hours earlier. Dew beading upon whiskers and short strands of fur, settled upon a Boulder of granite, he rested to watch the sunrise, tail curled close to his side.
Eyes closed as he sat there, going through his memories as he sought the warmth from the sunlight to come. Feeling the first rays, he would open his eyes to see those who would be waking up, some were early to rise and others were slower - everyone had their own pace. For him, sleep was an obstacle, it wasn't something he was able to accomplish easily. The screams of the dead and dying often filled his head when he tried to sleep, and the lack of another body beside him and it's warmth meant hard nights for the tom. He'd given up everything because of a fickle heart - he regretted it but he wanted to know the people here, he wanted to know them, to live a life he could feel proud of.
Standing within the boundaries of camp, his gaze on the early morning sky, his ears perked forward as he listened to the beginning cries of bird song. Closing his eyes as he took the simple joy of a morning alone to soothe the nightmares that had chased him out from his nest hours earlier. Dew beading upon whiskers and short strands of fur, settled upon a Boulder of granite, he rested to watch the sunrise, tail curled close to his side.
Eyes closed as he sat there, going through his memories as he sought the warmth from the sunlight to come. Feeling the first rays, he would open his eyes to see those who would be waking up, some were early to rise and others were slower - everyone had their own pace. For him, sleep was an obstacle, it wasn't something he was able to accomplish easily. The screams of the dead and dying often filled his head when he tried to sleep, and the lack of another body beside him and it's warmth meant hard nights for the tom. He'd given up everything because of a fickle heart - he regretted it but he wanted to know the people here, he wanted to know them, to live a life he could feel proud of.
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THE FLOWER BURNS