AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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A quiet start would claim the pale colored tom, silent the descent of the vanguard as he approached, his words making his presence known. Fur ruffling along his spine for a mere moment as his head twisted around, jaws parted to drink in the scent that belonged to Arlo, eyes narrowed to suits as his body remained tense before relaxing. It was Arlo, not a threat. He doubted that the other would attack him, thought nighttime was a good time to attack someone. Greeting Arlo with a yawn as his fur flattened and muscles loosened, eyes returning to half lid as he pushed himself to his paws to retrieve his notebook. He didn't have an easy way to explain exactly what he was doing with flowers, though allium bristled across his pelt, a semblance of the fear he'd felt. He knew Arlo likely hadn't meant to startle him but that couldn't mend that he had been too careless and easily startled as a result.
Settling the notebook down as he crouched close to the warmth, adding more branches to the fire, he would turn his head as another voice joined the mix. Vincent, a newer face, though one he was seeing around a fair amount. Now that he'd been startled, he was more alert to his surrounds, though his muscles did tremble within his body. He'd made use of his re-awakening power to communicate with earth and greenery in moving the hardest rocks, and the small use on top of the day's work had made him weary and tired. He was aware of the mud and dust coating his fur, though he couldn't exactly complain as it had been something he wanted to do. Sitting up as he glanced back to his fire, he nodded to the other man's words. It certainly wasn't an ordinary firepit- he'd made it himself for crying out loud! He wasn't that confident, he just liked to humor himself sometimes - he would never claim it to be different for only being a work he had completed himself though the pride sat warm within his chest. Smiling at Vincent, he would wave him closer as he returned to his notebook and flipped through until he found an open space before sprawling within it. Forge. Make metal tools and things with it. I'm a meal. Metalsmith, I work with metals to make things others want. Jewl. Jewelry?
Settling the notebook down as he crouched close to the warmth, adding more branches to the fire, he would turn his head as another voice joined the mix. Vincent, a newer face, though one he was seeing around a fair amount. Now that he'd been startled, he was more alert to his surrounds, though his muscles did tremble within his body. He'd made use of his re-awakening power to communicate with earth and greenery in moving the hardest rocks, and the small use on top of the day's work had made him weary and tired. He was aware of the mud and dust coating his fur, though he couldn't exactly complain as it had been something he wanted to do. Sitting up as he glanced back to his fire, he nodded to the other man's words. It certainly wasn't an ordinary firepit- he'd made it himself for crying out loud! He wasn't that confident, he just liked to humor himself sometimes - he would never claim it to be different for only being a work he had completed himself though the pride sat warm within his chest. Smiling at Vincent, he would wave him closer as he returned to his notebook and flipped through until he found an open space before sprawling within it. Forge. Make metal tools and things with it. I'm a meal. Metalsmith, I work with metals to make things others want. Jewl. Jewelry?
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THE FLOWER BURNS