AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Quick and quiet pawsteps would rise through the air, halted in his path by scent of the hellhound, gaze following him for a moment, a bundle of sticks held within his jaws. Blinking as he started off after the brute - he was curious about the other and the differences between everyone. It just so happened that he had come across his path. A soft sneeze would escape him as he trotted after Damion a fair bit before setting down his sticks to be retrieved later. He had a mystery to solve, in the form of the hellhound.
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THE FLOWER BURNS