AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Far was the distance between adult and youth, sound of zipline the only art to possible calamity and injury for the child upon such contraption. Elsewhere did he stand, harvesting what herbs he could find along craggy pathways before overhead did Fraggle go, sight of colors of autumn in a blue confusing him for a moment. Too fast was the zipline to catch the scent but blurred sight of ears flapping gave speculation to the owner of such appendages. Brief was the return to work, thinking little of what had occurred before it settled in his mind. Who had flown overhead had been Fragglerock, a youth he knew and enjoyed the presence of. He wasn't the most sure of the rules himself but something about the child being alone on the zipline made him uneasy. He couldn't see Arlo or any other adult within the immediate premise of the child, and his breath came quick.
Turning as quickly as his body could, trying to keep the blur of the child in his sight. Cursing his tiny legs and the leaping bounds he took as he raced down pathways and leapt over gaps he would normally think twice of crossing. Perhaps it was the adrenaline or the sheer fact that the child was on something that moved violenty quick, but he was merely chasing the zipline with the panic of a mother whose child was trapped. He hadn't smelt any adults and damnit, he was already attached to this child and he didn't want to see any injuries. If only he had his grim body, than he could get there faster!
Clearing the crest of a hill of some sort, he really wasn't paying attention because he saw him falling and he was pushing and pushing his body as fast as it could go, drawing on whatever energy he had to try and draw forth his grim body, only feeling the ground beneath him twist and rock under his hindpaws, each pound of pad against earth leaving small craters where he would spring from the raised edges in a desperate race. His jaws were spread wide in a yowl he couldn't voice, cursing his luck, cursing his life and most importantly, cursing himself for his inability to look after anyone. Eyes narrowing in fear and grief as he saw Fraggle fall, a voice ripping its way from him. FRAGGLEROCK! urgent the telepathic voice only the boy could possbly hear, aimed only at the falling boy if the sudden outburst of voice did not reach the boy, he would merely think it stayed within his own head, a match to the voice in his head, unaware it was his own.
Frustration screaming through him as the child fell before being caught by his ears in a haphazard way of flight though it slowed his descent to allow him to settle easily on the ground. Panting within moments of the child setting down, would come the talonguard with a frantic expression on his face, the beginnings of tears wetting his face. He'd been so scared as he ran, seeing him fall he'd thought the worst. Legs shivering as he slid his body sideways, claws sliding out for some grip to stop his momentum, allium and blood orchid exploding into life around his paws and across his shoulders and pelt. Locking eyes on the child, he would cross the remaining distance from his skid to a stop, sniffing at him urgently as he circled the youth, relying more on the sensation of adrenaline and paternal feeling to be able to step back and convince himself Fraggle was fine. Swallowing back ragged breaths as he sniffed at him, crouching close to him, close enough to feel some sort of comfort, his own heart racing miles a minute as he attempted to lean over and place his nose against Fraggle's head in a comforting gesture, adrenaline causing his own body to shake from the wild dash. Perhaps he'd overreacted but Fraggle was safe, and his satchel of minor herbs was at his side, ready for use should he need them.
attempted use of telepathy selective only to fraggle atm //
aka dad!instincts just kicked in lol ///
Turning as quickly as his body could, trying to keep the blur of the child in his sight. Cursing his tiny legs and the leaping bounds he took as he raced down pathways and leapt over gaps he would normally think twice of crossing. Perhaps it was the adrenaline or the sheer fact that the child was on something that moved violenty quick, but he was merely chasing the zipline with the panic of a mother whose child was trapped. He hadn't smelt any adults and damnit, he was already attached to this child and he didn't want to see any injuries. If only he had his grim body, than he could get there faster!
Clearing the crest of a hill of some sort, he really wasn't paying attention because he saw him falling and he was pushing and pushing his body as fast as it could go, drawing on whatever energy he had to try and draw forth his grim body, only feeling the ground beneath him twist and rock under his hindpaws, each pound of pad against earth leaving small craters where he would spring from the raised edges in a desperate race. His jaws were spread wide in a yowl he couldn't voice, cursing his luck, cursing his life and most importantly, cursing himself for his inability to look after anyone. Eyes narrowing in fear and grief as he saw Fraggle fall, a voice ripping its way from him. FRAGGLEROCK! urgent the telepathic voice only the boy could possbly hear, aimed only at the falling boy if the sudden outburst of voice did not reach the boy, he would merely think it stayed within his own head, a match to the voice in his head, unaware it was his own.
Frustration screaming through him as the child fell before being caught by his ears in a haphazard way of flight though it slowed his descent to allow him to settle easily on the ground. Panting within moments of the child setting down, would come the talonguard with a frantic expression on his face, the beginnings of tears wetting his face. He'd been so scared as he ran, seeing him fall he'd thought the worst. Legs shivering as he slid his body sideways, claws sliding out for some grip to stop his momentum, allium and blood orchid exploding into life around his paws and across his shoulders and pelt. Locking eyes on the child, he would cross the remaining distance from his skid to a stop, sniffing at him urgently as he circled the youth, relying more on the sensation of adrenaline and paternal feeling to be able to step back and convince himself Fraggle was fine. Swallowing back ragged breaths as he sniffed at him, crouching close to him, close enough to feel some sort of comfort, his own heart racing miles a minute as he attempted to lean over and place his nose against Fraggle's head in a comforting gesture, adrenaline causing his own body to shake from the wild dash. Perhaps he'd overreacted but Fraggle was safe, and his satchel of minor herbs was at his side, ready for use should he need them.
attempted use of telepathy selective only to fraggle atm //
aka dad!instincts just kicked in lol ///
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