04-03-2021, 11:30 PM
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ARLO MAXIMUS
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Screaming.
It wasn't blood curdling, it wasn't something sharp and pitch corrected. No, it was wavering, tearing through the air like a jagged bow knife. It caused his eyes to slowly crack open, no leap to his paws, no out of his den in a flash. Slowly, he picked his head up. The darkness didn't bother him, no, peering across the cavern. There it was again, but it caused the hairs on his back to stand up for a different reason. Arlo's paws pressed into the stone, cold beneath him, before he rose, lumbering out of the cave.
Slowly, the male beat his wings, before jumping up and tearing off into the sky. It was brutally cold, causing a breath to tear from his lungs, eyes opening straight open. The nights weren't easy. He remembered their cries, the way the flames rolled and struggled, lashing out at the oxygen filled air. The way his wing had tugged the boy close, whispered into his ear. But it wasn't long before he was wrenching his mind away from those thoughts. They didn't belong here. This was a new start.
His eyes searched for the source of the cries, and he wasn't surprised to know it was Aesior- but he was surprised to see what he dragged near him, smell what he did in the air. Arlo flew over, landing, his wings settling against his side. Arlo blinked, genuine in his expression as he slowly approached, his words soft and cautious- he didn't want to step on anyone's toes. "Aesior? Are you alright? It's the middle of the night.." His paw was outstretched, inches away from Aesior's pelt.
"speech"
It wasn't blood curdling, it wasn't something sharp and pitch corrected. No, it was wavering, tearing through the air like a jagged bow knife. It caused his eyes to slowly crack open, no leap to his paws, no out of his den in a flash. Slowly, he picked his head up. The darkness didn't bother him, no, peering across the cavern. There it was again, but it caused the hairs on his back to stand up for a different reason. Arlo's paws pressed into the stone, cold beneath him, before he rose, lumbering out of the cave.
Slowly, the male beat his wings, before jumping up and tearing off into the sky. It was brutally cold, causing a breath to tear from his lungs, eyes opening straight open. The nights weren't easy. He remembered their cries, the way the flames rolled and struggled, lashing out at the oxygen filled air. The way his wing had tugged the boy close, whispered into his ear. But it wasn't long before he was wrenching his mind away from those thoughts. They didn't belong here. This was a new start.
His eyes searched for the source of the cries, and he wasn't surprised to know it was Aesior- but he was surprised to see what he dragged near him, smell what he did in the air. Arlo flew over, landing, his wings settling against his side. Arlo blinked, genuine in his expression as he slowly approached, his words soft and cautious- he didn't want to step on anyone's toes. "Aesior? Are you alright? It's the middle of the night.." His paw was outstretched, inches away from Aesior's pelt.
"speech"
— Reggan