04-22-2021, 02:13 PM
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ARLO MAXIMUS
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His wings shuffled gently as Aesior fell into him even more, his red eyes squeezing shut for a moment. The scent of alcohol was thick in the air, his ears still gently ringing from the screaming. Was it really okay, like this? In the middle of the night, holding a clanmate? Arlo's eyes opened gently as Aesior shook his head. A soft sigh left his muzzle, and gently he tugged his head back. The embrace was nice, for sure, but there were more important things right now. Aesior's health.
Gently, he stepped back, his wing still around Aesior's side. He started to walk back towards the cavern silently, using his wing to support the other feline as needed. His brain was filled with fog. It felt like summer rain against windows, the sound of metal chinking as the rain dripped onto it from the gutter above. Leaves rustling after a mid-day rain, the sun peeking through and the smell of a cool breeze rushing past. Light and shadow working together to paint a picture, something that Arlo wished he could see more often.
That's what it felt like.
It wasn't long before their paws met rocky, flat ground, and soon wound their way up the wall of the cavern and into Arlo's den. This is where Arlo led them, past the vine curtain that he used for privacy, and into the small nook in the cavern's walls. It wasn't small in the sense it was cramped, but comfy. There was a small wooden desk with shelves, containing some possession's of Arlos. There was a bowl where he kept moss and another with dried fruits and meats.
Arlo led Aesior to the opposite side of the den from that desk, slowly tugging his wing away and giving him a small smile as he let Aesior go. "Go ahead and take a seat. I'll get you something."
"speech"
Gently, he stepped back, his wing still around Aesior's side. He started to walk back towards the cavern silently, using his wing to support the other feline as needed. His brain was filled with fog. It felt like summer rain against windows, the sound of metal chinking as the rain dripped onto it from the gutter above. Leaves rustling after a mid-day rain, the sun peeking through and the smell of a cool breeze rushing past. Light and shadow working together to paint a picture, something that Arlo wished he could see more often.
That's what it felt like.
It wasn't long before their paws met rocky, flat ground, and soon wound their way up the wall of the cavern and into Arlo's den. This is where Arlo led them, past the vine curtain that he used for privacy, and into the small nook in the cavern's walls. It wasn't small in the sense it was cramped, but comfy. There was a small wooden desk with shelves, containing some possession's of Arlos. There was a bowl where he kept moss and another with dried fruits and meats.
Arlo led Aesior to the opposite side of the den from that desk, slowly tugging his wing away and giving him a small smile as he let Aesior go. "Go ahead and take a seat. I'll get you something."
"speech"
— Reggan