04-08-2021, 09:42 PM
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ARLO MAXIMUS
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The tears streaking down his face, the way he shuddered, the stink of alcohol- those tight vines on his legs. Arlo's eyes winced at his state. He couldn't help but feel pity for him. What did he go through to riddle him so badly? What was it that was tearing him apart from the inside out, causing him to scream his heart to the sky? Arlo's ears lowered gently, watching as the male looked towards him. He wasn't afraid of Arlo, but something in the way that he looked at him.. those sad, tilted eyes..
And then he was shuffling, Aes pressing his nose in against his shoulder. Arlo's breath might have caught, he couldn't remember. Almost instinctively, his wings shuffled, unfurling and widening, stretching for a long moment. His heart pounded, the voice in his head casually reminding him he was just a clanmate, he was just helping. Arlo exhaled softly, those warm wings stretching forward, wrapping around Aesior tightly, his own head turning and laying across the back of his neck.
"You.. When's the last time you ate or slept?" Arlo spoke quietly, his immediate concern making sure that the intoxicated feline wouldn't pass out on him, or get sick in the morning. Of course it was the physical health- there wasn't much he could do for the mental, considering that he couldn't speak. Arlo's eyes had closed, his words soft and uttered like a gentle warm rain. "We should get you inside."
"speech"
And then he was shuffling, Aes pressing his nose in against his shoulder. Arlo's breath might have caught, he couldn't remember. Almost instinctively, his wings shuffled, unfurling and widening, stretching for a long moment. His heart pounded, the voice in his head casually reminding him he was just a clanmate, he was just helping. Arlo exhaled softly, those warm wings stretching forward, wrapping around Aesior tightly, his own head turning and laying across the back of his neck.
"You.. When's the last time you ate or slept?" Arlo spoke quietly, his immediate concern making sure that the intoxicated feline wouldn't pass out on him, or get sick in the morning. Of course it was the physical health- there wasn't much he could do for the mental, considering that he couldn't speak. Arlo's eyes had closed, his words soft and uttered like a gentle warm rain. "We should get you inside."
"speech"
— Reggan