AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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Behind the duo traversed Aesior before ahead would he range, paws plucking and slipping into banks of snow and cold, tail close to the ground as he made the occasional foray throughout their trip, eyes on the heights around them. Little was the trust he held for frozen expanses, grown in a hotter region where the sun beat down upon him in the day and the moon froze him at night. He was accustomed to extremes, and even with the cold, his short coat was puffed out, head turning for scents of others apart from the party.
When the border came before them, he would rest on his paws, all of his senses telling him not to get comfortable. High peaks made him uneasy, memories of the wreckage he'd once lived in heavy upon his mind. Tail flicking as he stood apart from the other's a distance, to allow himself space to react to a threat. Gaze flicking to Jadeire before his ears stood up at her display. A canine, yes, but he did not fear her as he feared others. She was young still, a cub, there seemed yet to be parts of wooly fluff caught within denser hairs of her coat. Exhaling a breath as he looked to Damion and Arlo.
When the border came before them, he would rest on his paws, all of his senses telling him not to get comfortable. High peaks made him uneasy, memories of the wreckage he'd once lived in heavy upon his mind. Tail flicking as he stood apart from the other's a distance, to allow himself space to react to a threat. Gaze flicking to Jadeire before his ears stood up at her display. A canine, yes, but he did not fear her as he feared others. She was young still, a cub, there seemed yet to be parts of wooly fluff caught within denser hairs of her coat. Exhaling a breath as he looked to Damion and Arlo.
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THE FLOWER BURNS